Dad was getting his annual bone scan, a sure interruption to daily life at the Kang's.
It's a sudden-and yet sometimes necessary-jolt telling me that all is not as it appears.
That we are constantly battling the consequences of sin in this world.
That we await a day when there is no sickness or disease ravaging our bodies.
As deep in the trenches as we may be in this season,
God nudged me to text a fellow sister who also had been battling sickness in her home.
Her update humbled me to the core. Dear sister, we know a God who is far greater.
But that was not all. He had more planned for me.
I walk through the school doors and feel an urge to stop by the nurse's office.
My friend's eyes well up in tears at the news and a boldness betrays her thin frame.
Papa was the nicest one to me, but he kept getting cancer. It would be gone and then another would pop up. And then another one. It became so incessant that even the church members would just tell him to give up and ask God to take him now. And yet, he kept thanking God for allowing him to live another day. Whether we are healthy or sick, we are never guaranteed today. He knew that and decided to use the rest of his life to read God's word from cover to cover and journal about it. I asked Papa to leave that as a gift to my daughter. To this day, that is the most precious thing we own in the house. God will be glorified in whatever the results will be today, Cathy. You just wait and see.How amazing is His word. How immediately it could bind two souls together in one room.
Today in that small nurse clinic, I was reminded of eternity. I walked out with more than myself. I walked out with hope that will guide us through the darkest of places. Thank you Jesus for this. Thank you for your divine appointments.
