“Mr. Willingham, looking at the results from your wife’s scope, this is cancer and we will remove her right lung tomorrow.”
Fast-forward fifteen years.
“Mrs. Willingham, we have the biopsy results back. Can you come into the office?”
“Should I bring my husband?”
Fast-forward five years.
“The biopsy report is in and the cancer is back.”
Over the last twenty-some-odd years, I have had cancer spoken over my life three times.
The first, God healed me miraculously. The day before, the surgeon told my husband he had seen cancer too many times, the scan didn’t lie and he would be removing my right lung the following day. That next morning, while still on the operating table, the report came back negative. It was NOT cancer! God had miraculously healed me!
The next time I heard those words, it was in regard to my breast. The mammogram had revealed something they wanted to “take a closer look at,” which lead to a biopsy and those words being spoken over me again. One scan showed cancer and the next scan NOTHING! God had done it again! They suggested radiation anyway.
And then nearly three years ago, I heard the words… “It is back.” This time God chose to heal me through surgery, chemo, and medicine.
Y’all, the last I checked… there is a 1:1 ratio that none of us get out of this world alive. One day we will all die.
~ ~ ~
I will never forget how I felt the first time I heard those words. They had almost a dreamlike way of bringing my world to an instant slow-motion speed. I was numb as the doctor’s words seemed to just float. Walking out of his office, I knew my only hope was in God. All else was mere incidentals.
In my crying out, both literally and spiritually, I heard deep down in my spirit, “It’s going to be okay.”
No explanation…. Nothing to go along with it…. Simply….“It’s going to be okay.”
I wonder if this is how the woman from Shunem might have felt the day her only child died in her arms? (2 Kings 4:9-38) She took her son to the room she had built for the prophet Elisha, laid his body on the bed, and immediately headed out to find the man of God. As she was departing, her husband asked what was going on, to which she simply replied, “All is well.”
All was NOT well! Her son was dead! Yet she claimed those three words!
Had she simply repeated what God had whispered in her heart? And even if He hadn’t whispered those words…. she knew His Word is true, that she could stand on the Promises of God.
She had a choice to make – between leaving her son and reaching the prophet. Whose report would she believe? She had to choose… for herself.
We all make choices everyday to believe or not believe that… all is well.
Whose report will you believe?
One Promise: Jesus took stripes on His back for our healing.
But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by His wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Old Testament – we ARE healed! (present tense.)
“He himself bore our sins” in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by His wounds you have been healed.” 1 Peter 2:24
New Testament – we HAVE BEEN healed! (Past tense – it is done!)
For all the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us. 2 Corinthians 1:20
a promise in which to find rest that … ALL IS WELL.
If Jesus said it, I believe it. His Word cannot lie. If it’s written in the Bible, I’ll believe it ’till I die. Though the mountains be removed and cast into the sea, God’s Word will last forever, throughout eternity. (The chorus from a childhood song our parents taught us.)
Make us a part of your Daily Devotion and have Breath on Paper emailed to you. (unsubscribe at anytime)
Cindy Willingham is a landscape designer, small group leader, avid encourager, and sinner saved by grace who is eight years new to Birmingham, Alabama. Her sweet husband of 37 years, two married children and four grand-kiddos fill her life with unbelievable fun and sweet snuggles. She thinks God is awesome and that the best adventure starts with saying yes to that still, small voice. ~ To read Cindy’s BoP Bio click here.