Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Especially While We Waited

“That was a hard day,” she said to me as we stood side by side in my kitchen. “But once we knew a little more,” she continued, “I really was optimistic.”
It’s only been a couple of months since we made that phone call to our daughter and son. The one you never want to have to make to your children. But they had a right to know. And I needed their prayers.
A week before my surgery, I stood in my daughter’s kitchen, looking out onto the patio through a marker inscribed window reading her handwriting. 
The Lord your God is with you. He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love. He will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zeph. 3:17)
Katy sings. Her voice is trained, but it’s her heart that is the instrument. Even when she’s not singing about the lavish love of God, she knows how to speak a word in season to a heart that’s weary—sometimes even writing it on a window. Or facebook.
“Here’s that song I told you about, Mama,” she wrote on my wall, posting a link to Chris Tomlin’s recording. And for the next month, the lyrics woke me up in the morning and ran through my mind all day—especially while we waited for pathology results.
Especially while we waited.
Our God is greater, our God is stronger, God you are higher than any other.
Our God is Healer, Awesome in Power, Our God! Our God!
And if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us.
And if our God is with us, then what could stand against.
Finally the waiting was over—the surgery proved successful—and all that remained was recuperation.
“Why don’t you come for the worship at church tomorrow morning,” she asked last weekend, as I stood in her kitchen again.  “I’m leading on a couple of songs. If you’re up to it, the girls would like to sit with you and Dad while I sing.”
Have you ever had a moment when you watched yourself, as though outside this dimension?
Last Sunday, in a room full of hundreds and my arm around my five-year-old granddaughter who stood on the chair next to me, I saw the three of us—my daughter leading from the stage, her daughter at my side, and myself—as though through the eyes of my Savior. And in a moment only He could orchestrate, we lifted our hands in praise to God, my Healer, and together sang back the words Chris Tomlin had been singing to me for weeks.
“Our God greater, Our God is stronger, God You are higher than any other . . . Awesome in Power, Our God! Our God!”
“YaYa,” my granddaughter whispered in my ear, “there’s water leaking from your eyes.”
“I know,” I told her, wiping the tears.  I couldn’t help it. That always happens when God rejoices over me with singing and quiets me with His love.
He is mighty to save.


  1. My wife and I have been where you WERE at when she had her brain cancer surgery. God really is good...ALL the time.

    I write a blog which I have entitled “Accordingtothebook” and I’d like to invite you to follow it. I’m your newest follower.

    1. I hope your wife is recovering well. I appreciate you taking the time to read this piece and comment on it. I have learned more about the goodness of God's nature throughout my recent illness than I ever thought possible. I'm still in awe of what He has done in my life. I'll be happy to stop by your blog. I'm delighted that you've decided to follow this one. Welcome!