Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Yeah, my God can do that!

Disclaimer: Okay folks, this one might be controversial.

Every woman I know dreads the yearly event where an almost complete stranger delves into their nether regions for a Pap smear. Some more than others I'm sure, but I doubt anyone gets all "Woohoo!" about it. Well it has been three years since my last one. Many of my friends have gently encouraged me to get it done. Which I did last week and all is well, Praise God! But here's why I put it off for so long.

About three years ago I made the appointment. I go in for what I assume will be a nominally uncomfortable procedure and plan to go about my merry way once it's done. Wrongo! I was in for an emotional roller coaster. During the exam, my doctor found a lump in my breast. When she said that I felt a lump of another kind rising up in my throat. Immediately my mind begins to race and a million questions and worries take their turn causing my heart to skip a beat. My mother had breast cancer. She went through chemo and radiation as ordered by a doctor which naturally made her as sick as a dog. I see flashes of her as her hair starts to come out. I see her in pain, bald and brave and wonder do I have what it takes to go though all that too?

My doctor scheduled a double breast ultrasound for the following week. The days following this finding I was a nervous wreck. I would constantly feel the lump wondering what it was and how it would change my life. I had a small child to take care of. How on Earth would I be able to do that knowing the damage that cancer treatments do to your body? I was already a Christian at this point and knew that I should just give it to God and He would take care of it for me, but I couldn't keep my mind from wandering.

Fast forward to the Sunday night before my ultrasound. Chris, Lilly and I go to our small group Bible study. This is the group of people we were doing life with. People who loved us, prayed for us, and were really more family than friends. We do our usual Bible study and at the end comes time for praises and prayer requests. Boy did I have a doozy. I explained the situation through tears of worry. One of our leaders suggests everyone gather around me, lay hands on me and pray. They sat me in a chair in the middle of the room and everyone came around me, placing their hands on my back and shoulders. Some were knelt in front of me with their hands on my knees. As each member took their turn praying for me, I could literally feel the Holy Spirit in the room with us. We parted ways that night and I began to mentally prepare myself for the coming test.

The nest day was the ultrasound and I was still nervous. Chris and I went together to the hospital and he waited outside for me. The technician began to pass the x ray scanny thingie (I'm pretty sure that's the technical term) over each breast, taking pictures as she went. It felt like it took ages although in reality it was only a few minutes. I'm not sure if she knew where she was supposed to be seeing something because she asked me where the lump was. I point to the place that was by this point sore because I had been messing with it so much. She continues to scan. When she is finally done she says "I'm not trained to read these, I just take them. But I don't see a thing".

It took a few moments to register what she had just said. I knew there was something there, I had felt it with my own hands. But now miraculously I couldn't feel a thing. I don't know the exact moment it left my body but I do know there was something in my breast and now miraculously it was gone!! I still had to wait for the official results but when they did come in they verified that there was nothing there to be seen. God had completely removed the lump. Where it went I didn't know and didn't care, it just was no longer inside me!

So there is my tale of the supernatural power of God. I have seen Him work in so many ways that defy explanation and that's just one. I have told friends about my experience, but here I have an opportunity to reach many more ears (or eyes). Feel free to share my story with anyone you like. I am a walking testimony to the healing power of Jesus Christ.

I am such a fool for Him!

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