The Promise, The Stand: A Mother’s Day Story

It was the week before Christmas when I got the call from my Mom, her doctor just called with her results, she has breast cancer. The words were like a knife to my heart. I had so many questions. “Where are you?” I said. “On my way to your house.” She said. I only had a few minutes to get some answers. As soon as I hung up I cried out to God I could barely get the words out, all I could say was, “Father God, what’s going on with my mom.” And He said, “This is not unto death but to draw her.” There was a knock at my door, it was my mom. As I walked to the door I went over in my mind what God said to me and when I opened the door only one thought filled my heart…I will not cry, I will not doubt.. I will stand on His promise.

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I went to every appointment, saw the x-rays, heard the horror stories and saw the fear on my mother’s face, yet I did not cry… I did not doubt… I stood on God’s promise. Her surgery was 2 days before Christmas and as she laid in that hospital bed tears rolling down her face my heart wanted to break but I did not cry, I did not doubt I placed my hands on her chest and quietly prayed over her. At this point in our journey I was living off of a little sleep, take-out and hospital food but I didn’t feel weary. There was a strength in me that wasn’t my own. A strength that kept me strong, kept me sharp and confident that God will do what He said He would do. In the weeks to come I saw God’s hand all around us. He gave us favor with the doctor’s, the nurses, the staff, strangers went out of their way to welcome us, help us, make us laugh and even find treats for us.

The recovery and the treatments were pretty rough but I wasn’t moved by what I saw. The chemo tearing away at her, changing her, ripping what I know to be my mom, a vibrant, independent woman, away from us. What moved me was the greater Spirit that was in me, a Spirit that embraced us, went ahead of us and perfectly orchestrated every appointment and every procedure.  That’s what encouraged me and gave me hope. God’s promise was all I chose to see.

It’s been 4 ½ years, since that life-changing call. After the surgery, the chemo and the radiation my mom emerged healthy, strong, vibrant, cancer free and saved (Hallelujah!)For my birthday my mother wrote me a very beautiful letter. In it she thanked me for being there, for never complaining, for never allowing her to feel sorry for herself or fall apart. She confessed her belief in God to me and said that it was all because she saw God in me, she felt His strength and His presence in me and around me and for the first time during our breast cancer journey …I cried.

I learned something about God’s grace that day; that if you take yourself out of the way God will take you all of the way. I thank God for saving, healing and drawing my mom. I thank Him for using me and for giving me the courage and the strength to stand. Thanks to God I can spend another Mother’s day with my mom. I want to encourage you in this season of your life by letting you know that there is no disease, no addiction, no pain or heartbreak in your life that is too big for our God to handle. He will help you, He will heal you and He will give you the courage and the strength to stand. In Jesus name I pray that God’s grace and peace be multiplied to you today, Amen.


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The Mystery Key

The Mystery Key

Many of you I’m sure have experienced this before you’re spring cleaning, cleaning out the garage, clearing out and organizing that storage closet of yours and you come across a mystery key. For the life of you, you cannot figure out what the key opens or if the key even belongs to you. You ask your spouse, your kids, your siblings, your roommate about the key and they don’t have a clue about it either.  No matter how long you stare at it you still can’t figure out who it belongs to and what it unlocks. Does it unlock a safe, a door, a locker maybe? You examine it up close, you run your thumb up and down its ridges, you turn it between your fingers hoping the feel of it will trigger a memory or clue but still nothing.  So you put it away, on a shelf, in a box or your personal drawer. You hold on to it with the thought that perhaps one day you’ll discover what it unlocks.

For some the bible is that mystery key. They pick it up not knowing where it came from or who it belongs to and because they are so puzzled and intrigued by this book they’re unable to throw it away instead they put it away not knowing that they just put away the key to life. Christ says, “I have come that they may have life and that they may have it more abundantly.” (John 10:10) Sitting on someone’s bookshelf is the key to that abundant life. “I will heal them and reveal to them the abundance of peace and truth.” (Jeremiah 33:6) Sitting in someone’s drawer is the key to their healing.  “Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow.” (Matt 6:33-34) The key to a stress free life is gathering dust in someone’s storage closet.

The key to life above the economic crisis, the key to your purpose in life, the key to true love, true peace, everlasting joy and every good and perfect gift from above, “If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all- how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:31:32).  It can all be unlocked with the bible, the key to all of these great and wonderful things!

“He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the LORD is the key to this treasure.” (Isaiah 33:6) NIV. Mystery Solved! 🙂

What is Love?

is Love?

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always, preserves. Love never fails.”( 1Corinthian 13: 4-8) NIV

“Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed His love among us: He sent His one and only Son into the world that we might live through Him. This is love. (1John 4:8-10) NIV

A Prayer For Today

Father God because of love you redeemed me; took my sins to the cross and died for me. You forgave me, restored me, You set me free and blessed me abundantly. Through it all you never left me or forsake me. God I love You and I thank You for loving me.

A Sister’s Faith

It was the winter of 1977 I was about 2 ½ years old when my dad was rushed to the emergency room because he was having trouble breathing. The doctor’s said that he had some form of pneumonia but they couldn’t figure out what type of pneumonia he had and on top of that his lungs were filling up with fluid. His blood oxygen levels were extremely low so low that he should have been unconscious but by grace he was still with us. My father’s condition was something this doctor had never seen before so he quickly got on the phone and spoke with doctor’s and specialist throughout the nation and in Europe and not a single one could figure out what strain of pneumonia he had or how to properly treat him. Around 2 am that morning the doctor pulled my mom aside and told her that my father will not make it through the night and that now was the time to notify his next of kin. She called my dad’s sister, my Aunt Sadie in Florida, it was around 6 am her time. When my mother told my aunt what was going on, my aunt boldly declared, “My brother will not die!” When my aunt hung up she got back on the phone and left a message for the school she worked for to let them know that she would not be in that day. She then fell on her knees and cried out to God and entered in to a
holy fast and prayer for her brother. She made a vow to God that she would not move until He moved in her brother’s life. Around 10:30 am (Florida time) my aunt’s phone rings and she’s led to answer it, it was my mom who told her that my dad made a spontaneous recovery, these were the doctor’s exact words. It was a miracle according to them but I know it was the victorious hand of God and His response to “a sister’s faith”.

The Doctor’s still don’t know what exactly happened to my father or how he recovered but I believe that my dad’s story is like the story of the man who had been born blind that Jesus healed. The disciples asked Jesus, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” And Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but that the works of God should be revealed in him.” (John 9:1-3 NKJV) My dad became deathly ill not because of sin but so the mighty works of God and the power of intercessory prayer can be revealed in him.