Five Minute Friday is about to begin. As soon as I find out the word, I will get to writing for 5 minutes flat, just freely let whatever wants to come out come out. That is how it works, so you never know what you will get. Then after I am done I will be sharing what I wrote at the Gypsy Mama’s website HERE and stopping by to read what others have written.
Today’s word is “Afraid”. The very word causes an emotional response in me, because I can picture many things in my life to go with this word! But today I want to share what a very special friend in my life taught me about Miracles.
I can picture the scene so clearly, as if it were today.
In a hospital in the “big city”
Sitting in the waiting room with my best friend at age 15 (she was 14).
I think that was the day that they told her it had come back.
The brain tumor that is. That there was nothing they could do.
I can see me sitting there next to her in my mind’s eye still.
Two friends side by side.
Making the best of this thing and trying to act all normal.
I can’t remember now if the scene in my mind is before or after she went in the room and they told her it came back.
I am thinking it was before. It’s hard to say sometimes, because so much of that day is a blur. Yes, I think it was before.
I felt afraid inside , but never treated her like she had cancer.
She never really spoke of it to me. She didn’t really act afraid.
Sometimes I wondered if she was ok inside. I remember looking at her afraid and thinking, “what if she dies”
I was scared and thinking the worst.
She leaned over and looked at me and whispered
“God is going to do a miracle.”
That is what she said. And she said it with such belief and innocence-
That faith like a child.
It struck me then and it still strikes me now.
Whether she really deep deep down believed it as strongly as she said it, I do not know.
But my heart sunk a little, as I was doubtful.
Not in God so much, but at the reality of how it all looked to me.
I remember staring at her with disbelief. (but I never said anything contrary)
How could she act not scared?
How could she say that like it was so true?
Here she was with the cancer , her body failing her,
And yet she had not lost faith .
And she was teaching me a thing or two in the process.
I was afraid…and maybe she was too
But as ill as she was,
As her time on earth was getting shorter,
She still believed in God ,
And in Miracles.
©Rebekah Ann Stephenson 2013
Someday, I will have to write up an entire story on this, as Cindy wanted some things of hers shared with the world. While this certainly made me turn on the water works, I also remember the inspiration in it. How a young girl with such a dire circumstance could still believe in miracles. As I sit here, the thought of how we finish the race is what came to mind. When I typed up that phrase, it led me to 2 Timothy 4:5-8, which talks about enduring afflictions and making full proof of thy ministry. Whether she knew it or not, Cindy did just that. I don’t even think that I myself thought of it in this way before, until reading that passage, and it has given this experience a deeper understanding to me now.
So , the Inspiration for today’s story is to ALWAYS believe in Miracles. Even if they seem impossible, always Believe.
For even if we don’t get the outcome we want, possibility of miracles is what gives our spirit strength and hope-things we need in our darkest hours and sometimes, the very thing others around us need too.
In case you want to see the scripture from 2 Timothy that ended up speaking to me today:
|5||But watch thou in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, make full proof of thy ministry.|
|6||For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.|
|7||I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:|
|8||Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.|