Chesed

Vague

I don’t know how to write this next part. I always dislike when people give vague details and then add a disclaimer saying they just can’t say everything. Because why did they say anything at all?

I think that to understand this story in it’s fullness would require sharing significant detail and for some reason I feel a check. Whether that check is grounded from God or from hesitancy of my own, I don’t know. But until I feel sure that God wants it shared, I feel a kinship with Mary when it says, “Mary treasured all these things, and pondered them in her heart.” I hope that someday, like Mary, the whole story will be written and bring such glory to God and hope to people who live in darkness.

{The sun setting behind the mountains filled the entire room with golden glow}

During Liam’s methotrexate admission the middle of October he and David met a couple in the hallway who stopped and asked if they could pray for him. He said he’d seen Liam earlier and told his wife, “If I see that boy again I’m going to pray for him.” They weren’t even on our unit, just on our floor. With Covid restrictions, you have no idea how rare it is to run into someone twice. But they did. And he prayed for Liam.

The following week I was in for the first part of the methotrexate admission. I wished I’d meet them, but I knew those chances were slim to none.

{Coping mechanism for nausea: diffuser with orange and cinnamon to eliminate the hospital smell and remind him of home.}

That admission as it neared the time Liam would typically be discharged he was just off. His blood pressure dropped into the 70’s that night and we had to really rouse him to get it to come back up to a safe zone. He wasn’t hungry. He was shaking a lot. Finally we went walking and and ran into the same people. What happened next was an encounter with people who believe deeply in the Lord and the power of the Holy Spirit. It reminded me again of what David said, “God will bring those people to you.” I felt more certain than ever that Liam would be healed.

The battle with darkness was FIERCE that week. I’ve never sensed such demonic forces as I have with Liam’s cancer. What happened in those weeks felt like another reminder from God that He has a very distinct purpose for him and satan is determined to destroy it. The darkness of it all felt so dark. But I also sensed a far greater power at work to overcome the darkness.

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