I want to thank those of you who’ve sent encouraging words my way and especially thank all of you who’ve prayed for me these past couple of weeks as I’ve walked through an interesting time of testing. While in the waiting mode, waiting to hear, waiting to know what He has next in my journey with Him, He has tenderly kept my heart in perfect peace.
In the early morning hours, before I received the news . . . the Father faithfully reminded me of the passage my husband and I have adopted. We are praying for this Scripture to be true in this season of our lives:
[box]The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree; he will grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green, to declare that the LORD is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him. (Psalm 92:12–15)[/box]
To be fruitful and spiritually productive for the Father—until our last breath—that is our desire, that is how we want to be used in this final season of our lives. We don’t want any moments wasted.
Psalm 92 was the designated chapter for my daily reading in the Psalms and it was a precious gift to read those words of hope and promise just hours before receiving the call on the results of my pathology report. The sweet voice on the other end of the line said, “I have good news for you!”
Good news. Isn’t that what we all need? What the world is waiting for?
Good news. We have the good news, it isn’t a medical report or a prosperity message, but it is truly good news: He is risen and is victor over death, hell, and the grave!
“He is risen!” is the ultimate good news that trumps all other “good news” messages . . .
“We found no cancerous or a-typical cells . . . you have some fibroid growths due to hormone changes in your body . . .” (reading between the lines, that means I’m officially in the “old lady” category now . . . I’ve moved to the “other side” of womanhood!) “You’ll need to return in six months for another mammogram, but right now everything looks good.”
Good news . . . and a heart-check.
If the news had been different, if it had been cancer, if it had been a life-threatening report . . . would I have reacted any differently? Would I have called it a bad report? Would my faith have been shaken?
I can’t say, because I haven’t walked that road yet, and I wonder . . . When that day comes, when I receive my next “bad report”—whether it be a family loss, a disappointment, a change of plans, a financial hit, or maybe a loved one’s death . . . where will my heart be? Will I still say, “It’s all good!” knowing that the Father has all things under His control?
Will I still walk by faith?
Will I trust that He is at work, and because He is a good and faithful God, will I still confidently profess that He is working all things out for my good and His glory?
My prayer is that I will as sincerely praise Him in the disappointments and storms of life as I do in every good report that comes my way. Because in reality, if we are walking in the providence of God, every report that comes our way can be viewed as:
It’s all good!
Are you facing a dark storm today? Walking through loss and heartache? Can you say with me, that because of His faithful character, on the authority of His unchanging Word, and in light of His sovereign purposes—it’s all good?