My shoulders slumped when I remembered my upcoming appointment with the oncologist. How I wished my doctor’s appointment and my “speak and sign” at Barnes and Noble weren’t on the same day.
I straightened and said out loud, “I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the Lord has done” (Ps. 118:17 NIV).
Lord, it sure would be nice if we got some good news before I have to speak, I prayed.
I realized no matter what news I got, it wouldn’t change who God is. I would still tell what my Big God had done for me. But good news would make it more fun.
Only two women joined us in the dimly lit waiting room at the cancer center. After learning my height had shrunk an inch and a quarter, I met the oncologist. “What are you doing here?” he said. “You look too healthy to be here.”
I agreed and got up to leave.
“I don’t think you have cancer,” he began. “I’ve been surprised before, but based on what I see, I think we’re looking at simple surgery.”
After hearing the various options, Larry and I walked out smiling. I think I’d even gained my lost height back!
At a stop on the way home, a pair of shoes caught my eye. Strolling arm and arm to the car, I decided I could consider the shoes better at home and jetted back to get them.
I grabbed my red wallet and a bookmark poked up. I handed it to the clerk and explained, “I’ll be talking about this book tonight. I thought I might want to wear these shoes.”
He read the title out loud, “Little Women, Big God: It’s not the size of your problems, but the size of your God.”
I told him how I was living that right now. I added how the story of David and Goliath had reminded me it’s not the name of my giant but the name of my God that matters.“God is bigger even than death. He is the resurrection and the life.” Click To Tweet
His eyes softened, “My pastor died unexpectedly last weekend. Our whole church is shaken.” He told me about his pastor and then stared at the bookmark again. Looking back at me he said, “Isn’t it something how God sends people by just when you need them?”
I had no idea of this man’s loss when I said Jesus was bigger than death.
I returned to the car and told Larry what had happened. We marveled at God’s goodness.
Paul wrote God “comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God” (2 Cor. 1:4 NIV). When I passed on the comfort God had given me, not only was this man comforted, but I was encouraged again. God doesn’t waste our trials.
Declaring Psalm 118:17 renewed my hope. It also surprised me with another benefit—the desire to proclaim what the Lord has done.
In spite of the hail storm, many friends came out to Barnes and Noble. We had a wonderful evening celebrating our Big God!
Thanks to all who’ve prayed for my health. My surgery is scheduled for May 25th. Trusting my Big God to show up and shine!
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Debbie W. Wilson
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