My Son Cancer?

images (2)Roll back the years to my son’s Jr. year in high school, football, weight training and a shoulder that just plain would work no more.  What was wrong?  The doctor’s x-rays showed an abnormal bone growth and in hushed tones he mentioned to me that we would need to schedule a full body MRI to be sure that this type of “abnormality” wouldn’t be found in any other bones.

The 45 minute ride home was very quiet as we were both absorbed in our own thoughts… Terror, rippled down my spine and through my bones as I visualized my only son … Bone cancer is what the doctor had so quietly mumbled, hoping that my son wouldn’t hear.  But he had heard and through the soft hum of tires on the freeway said, “Mom, I just hope that I don’t light up like a Christmas tree when they do that test next week.”  This was sure to be a long week end.  The Friday doctor’s visit was over, a long week end of wondering and concern lay on the horizon.  Monday we should expect a call to schedule an immediate MRI.  The doctor had been very clear that there should be no delay.

That night as was my custom, I pulled out my Bible and read God’s Word.images (1)                  Yes, I was distracted.  Only one part of my brain could focus on my reading… the other was with my heart… broken.   When I went to pray… nightly conversations with the Lord, I couldn’t address my deepest concerns.  I could only tell God, that He already knew the troubles of my heart and I would leave it at that.  I didn’t pray for healing… I didn’t pray for my son’s conversion… I just left my heartache with the Lord.  Closed the Book, and went to lay it on the night stand.

At that moment, the Lord spoke to my heart.  He said, “Wait, read where I show you.”  I picked the Book up again, let the pages fall open and I read (Luke1:15-16) “For he shall be great in the sight of the Lord… be filled with the Holy Spirit, even from his mother’s womb. And, he will lead many… to the Lord their God.”

In a flash, joy and peace flooded my troubled heart!  God had answered both of the pressing questions of my heart!  I couldn’t sit still, I giggled I laughed, I cried… Next to me in bed. my husband thought I had lost all senses.  I told him…It will be OK.  You’ll see, God just told me our son will be fine… NO cancer…

Monday came, the phone call came… but it was a different call.  God inspired my husband to ask the doctor if they could review the xray one more time since our son had suffered a shoulder injury at the end of the season.  After further review it was a bone spur… caused during one especially violent play on the football field.  Something he just shrugged off, as he sat out the last two games of the season.  There was the answer, a confirmation of what I already knew… My son was just fine… Not only fine, but saved!  My heart soared again… That was January 1987…

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