Defense or Offense

Psalm 23:4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
Psalm 34:19
Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.
Psalm 59:9
Because of his strength will I wait upon thee: for God is my defense.

Mom says she is waiting on God.
God is her defense. God is her offense too. The word of God is our sword. When we hear that the tests aren’t lining up with our faith yet…we don’t doubt our faith. We don’t doubt our God. We wonder why, we get frustrated, we may even cry a bit….but we never doubt God.
We pick ourselves up, go to the word of God — pick up our swords and fight again. We speak the word of God over and into this situation.
All I keep hearing is, “Do you trust me?” Yes. The answer is yes. I trust you God.

Psalm 7
O LORD my God, in thee do I put my trust.

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Stepping out

Matthew 14
But when the disciples saw him walking on the sea, they were terrified, and said, “It is a ghost!” and they cried out in fear. 27 But immediately Jesus spoke to them, saying, “Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.”
28 And Peter answered him, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” 29 He said, “Come.” So Peter got out of the boat and walked on the water and came to Jesus.

Pretty miraculous. Walking on water. You have to get out of the boat to walk on the water. It’s the getting out of the boat that’s the hard part….or so I think. I think mom has just stepped out of the boat.

It’s a pretty strong statement of faith to tell your oncologist (as he’s telling you the next treatment step) that you want a break. To say, “God is in control.”
I’d call that getting out of the boat.

God I pray that she has no fear as she walks toward you, away from death and toward your outstretched hand. Your hand that stretched across the cross, and sacrificed so that she could claim the healing that you died for.

Don’t shoot the messenger

You know I was thinking about Aimie…and how she communicated the result of moms doctor visit with me. She was our messenger. I would Praise the messenger in this case, not shoot her.
She could have said, biopsy not good….need second opinion….chemo not working….doctor out of options….

BUT NO! She delivered truth. Not test results.

I have a picture hanging in my house that says:
FAITH
TO HOPE FOR THINGS WHICH ARE NOT SEEN, BUT ARE TRUE.

Bob had doctor visit today, counts still not completely recovered. But they are getting better….will keep the PIC line for another week. We stopped by work again….but he was a bit too tired to stay. Everyone is just plugging along there….we have a good team. It’s so hard to NOT be there….but then again….it’s not.

Bob is eating SO MUCH BETTER. Cereal for breakfast, a french toast, eggs and bacon meal from The Corner Bakery for lunch and 2 pieces of pizza for dinner. Not bad!

Ding-Ding…a call to praise

I’ve been thinking a lot about faith. I’ve been thinking about MY faith. I listen to other people talk about faith, and I think about other peoples faith too. Is it different? Is all faith the same? Hmmmmm…

2 Timothy says “I have fought the GOOD FIGHT of faith”.

I feel that we have fought the good fight too. We are still in the ring. I think that when some people see me in my fight of faith, maybe they are seeing the fight and not seeing the faith. They see it as fear. But I’m not afraid, I’m just still in it…in the fight. I’m still swinging. I can’t walk away from the fight. I can’t just say, “Oh I believe God, I believe in healing, fa la la la la”…and go about my merry way. If I don’t at least show up for the fight, set my feet toe-to-toe with my opponent, then I forfeit right? Even the best boxers in the world still have to show up and fight to win. I can’t just say “I believe we win” and never get into the ring, can I?

It’s not a lack of faith that I’m fighting, it’s an enemy. Cancer, death. My faith is what pulls my into that ring, what lifts me over those ropes, what allows me to pick myself up blow after blow. My faith stands me up when the bell rings again, my faith guides me to put one foot in front of the other and walk toward death and tell it to flee.

My faith tells me to praise God in this fight, to worship Him. To sing and dance and know that He is the victor. He fights for me, with me, beside me, in front of me, behind me…I really just need to praise Him. Sometimes my fight is just in forcing myself to lift up my eyes and see Him victorious in the middle of this pounding that we are taking day by day. Praise Him in the ring. Muhammad Ali used to talk about his fancy foot work in the ring….maybe we should just dance in this ring.

I WILL praise Him. Even when it’s the last thing I feel like doing, I will offer a sacrifice of praise.

Psalm 130
5 I am counting on the Lord;
yes, I am counting on him.
I have put my hope in his word.
6 I long for the Lord
more than sentries long for the dawn,
yes, more than sentries long for the dawn.