Last week, my mom wasn't feeling well, so she went to the doctor. He felt she was showing symptoms of a possible stroke, so last Friday she had to run through the gauntlet of tests.
In situations like this, the distance between us--CA to TN--doesn't help to ease my fears. But my fears were heightened more from what I had just written into my sermon notes on Thursday...my own words challenging me.
On Sunday, I shared these words, not knowing what the outcome would be for my mom..."I want to be the person who prays…'Your will be done, God, not mine'...and when things don’t go well…I still trust God…'Your will be done, not mine'...or when crisis hits or disappointment lands or tragedy strikes…I still trust God...I want to be the person who trusts God no matter what…'Your will be done, not mine'".
Unknown to the listeners, as I spoke these words during Sunday's study, I was having a very meaningful conversation with God.
Yesterday, we got Mom's results...all tests came back "clear" and she has been diagnosed as having an "inner ear" issue.
I can't help but wonder how my trust in God would've been challenged if the outcome would've been different. I remember going through this when my dad was diagnosed with cancer. It's hard--but not impossible--to trust God as you face crisis.