Never in my life have I seen an immediate, obvious answer to prayer.
Until now.
My granddad is a strong man. Still take trips to Florida to sail his huge sailboat with my grandmother. Let’s just say, for his age, he’s doing pretty well.
About a month ago, he was diagnosed with cancer and so the chemo began. About 2 weeks ago, he was admitted into the hospital with a pretty intense case of pneumonia. The chemo had knocked out all of his white blood cells and his body had no way to heal itself of the pneumonia even with antibiotics. As the doctor explained it, “The antibiotics are like firemen but without any water (white blood cells) they can't extinguish the fire.” We were more than a little worried about him.
I left school for a couple days to go see him but had to return because I am only allowed to miss so many days of my student teaching. The whole way back to school I was angry. Not just angry, I was pissed. Being with him was ten times more important than my student teaching and considered just turning around and going back home. Fast forward six hours, I arrived back at school just in time for a Kappa Delta (my sorority) meeting that was going on that night. I tearfully told the girls that I was going to stay in the room for ten minutes after we were finished to pray for my granddad and if they wanted to join, they were welcome to stay. Not sure if I even really believed it, I told them there was power in prayer and power in a lot of prayer for the same thing, in the same place. Later that night, I watched as 45 or more girls trickled back into the room to pray for my granddad, including some new girls, who I had yet to even really meet. Blown away by their compassion, we broke up into groups of three and began to pray not just for him to improve but to be completely healed. When I finally lifted my head, the room was nearly empty so we left to go home.
The next morning I called my mom from the elementary school during my planning time. She told me that last night was the first night of good rest my granddad had had in a week. She said he was sitting up and eating breakfast which was a miracle in itself but God wasn’t done yet. I continued to get updates throughout the day. Lunchtime- he was eating chicken! Early afternoon- he was standing independently at the sink to shave. And the biggest of all, late afternoon- He was reduced from 45 liters of high oxygen down to 4. Yup, you just read that right. I cried again when I told the news to my friends but this time, they were happy tears.
God answers prayer. He heals the sick. He does and is capable of more than I could ever imagine. I was angry I was going back, but if I hadn't, I would not have had the opportunity to pray with all of those girls. A perfect example of his perfect plan. I was RIGHT where I was suppose to be.
And then a couple days later, God blessed me some more.
I love to paint and I had a vision for a video to help raise support. Unfortunately, I repel technology and had no idea how to even go about making it. I was kind of stuck until a friend of mine volunteered his equipment and time to help me pull it off. Three and a half hours of painting and some really hard work editing later we had a final product. What am I doing?
Well, check it out:
