My mom taught me that whatever you look to find in the world you will find. I dare you to try it. Pick a number, a color, a car brand etc and see how many you see in the next week. But I digress, this is about why I can see that the cup is half full not half empty.
All was going well, everyone made it safely to town, trays of BBQ smoked ribs arrived from Kansas City, Fried Chicken was delivered from the local grocery store, chairs and tables were arranged, we were set to start the party. Then my mom said she wasn't feeling well and needed to go home. Most everyone accepted that it was the flu and she just needed some rest, but this was highly unusual and had me and my 4 sisters very concerned. After eating dinner, my younger sister excused herself from the party to take the baby to mom's house so she could check on mom. The house was pretty dark so that mom could rest, but that sister's concern was growing.
A few hours later the heat and bugs caused the BBQ to wrap up. Two more of us headed home to check on mom, shortly after arriving she collapsed in the bathroom. We turned on the light to help her and for the first time saw how pale she was. While 911 was being contacted she came around and said "I'm fine" Since she only lives 5 blocks from the hospital, we asked her if she wanted to go there in an ambulance or a car "she responded "I'm fine". In a tone of voice any child with a mom would recognize, my sister informed her "That isn't a choice, Would you like to go in an ambulance or a car?" Hearing the the 911 discussion going on in the background convinced her that we meant business and she chose a car.
|This time last year during a girls weekend.|
After getting her settled in her room and before leaving the hospital, my sister and I got the chance to pray with my mother, we took that moment to cast aside our anxiousness and thank God for the blessings he had already shown in this situation and to make our request of healing known to Him. (Philip 4:6)
How in the midst of this can my cup be half full? The only word that can describe my state of mind throughout was grateful. Grateful that Jehovah Rapha (God who heals) is mindful of us. The number of decisions leading to that night, by so many different people resulted in mom not being home alone, and living.
Back at my mom's house, I needed to pray on my own before succumbing to sleep. When I pray I like to pray through fitting passages of the Bible, I figure what better way to know that I am praying the Will of God than by praying the Word of God? I opened the book of Luke, who better than a doctor to articulate my thoughts? I opened to Luke 7:1-10 in my bible this passage is titled "Faith of a Roman Officer". My motivational spiritual gift is Faith so I've always been drawn to passages on Faith. This title alone flooded my mind with such greats as:
If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you. " (Matt 17:20)
Then Jesus answered, "Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted." And her daughter was healed from that very hour. (Matt 15:28)
"Go," said Jesus, "your faith has healed you." Immediately he received his sight and followed Jesus along the road. (Mark 10:52)
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God-- (Eph 2:8)
In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. (Eph 6:16)
Wow I haven't even started to read Luke's writing yet! I started to read and got to verse 8 where the Officer is describing his authority over his soldiers ...need only say 'Go,' and they go, or 'Come and they come... And my mind was flooded again this time with a beautiful verse from Psalm 30:5 There will be pain (weeping) in the night, but joy comes in the morning. I finished the passage and easily fell asleep knowing that she was in the hands of the Master.
By morning the bleeding had stopped and mom was much improved. She still needed IV fluids and a received a total of 7 pints of blood, but she is getting better.
I know that this is only temporary, and one day (far too soon I'm sure) our ending will be far less happy. I also know that regardless of the outcome, God has a plan and God's plan is always good.
If you are struggling to see your cup as half-full, here is a song I heard as I was making the long drive home from my mom's. The Chorus is a great anthem to repeat until you believe it.