Stomach cancer.
She’s been sick more than a month.
In bed for weeks.
The doctors sent her home with no diagnosis, medicine or concern.
We took her to a different hospital yesterday.
Some preliminary testing.
They think she has…
Stomach cancer.
“She” is a woman none of us know.
“She” is a woman Tony, our ministry contact, and his wife know and work with and sometimes help out.
“She” is a mom of three beautiful children.
“She” has no other family.
“She” could be on the brink of death.
Saturday morning was business as usual. Most of the squad was finishing up breakfast and preparing for a fun outing Tony had planned. Others (myself included) were discussing plans for staying back at the property and having a restful and relaxing day. Everyone was excited about the day ahead. And then Tony called a squad meeting.
And we heard the news.
And everything changed.
What do we do? Do we go to the hospital? They have strict visitation rules. There’s no way we could all get in. But we want to pray for her. Do we pray from here? Proximity doesn’t matter to God. But we want to BE there! We have plans today, though. Do they matter anymore?
We decided to pray for her right where we were, and Stacy asked us to also ask the Lord what he had in store for us today. When we were done praying, Stacey said, “so… what did you hear?”
“GO!”
We were all in agreement. And just like that, our day was high-jacked.
Sixty people loaded up on a school bus (we brought the kids with us – including two of her sons who didn’t know how bad it likely was) and headed to the hospital.
We rolled up to a little building, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, with a cow pasture across from it. And we sat up camp. Since we couldn’t go inside, we sent a few people in to check out the situation and the rest of us just hung out across the street. We didn’t do anything spectacular. Our presence and our prayers were all we had to offer. A couple of guys played guitar and we sang for a while, read some scripture, and prayed.
After an hour or so, our squadmate Kelly emerged from the hospital with some news.
We all held our breath…
“It’s…
A bacterial infection!”
Stomach cancer. Suddenly just a bacterial infection.
For one day God changed the plans of 60 people for one woman. 60 people were faithful with what was put on their plate for that day. Praying for one life. And He was faithful in return.
What's been put on your plate today?
