Be Healed

My mother is a woman of great faith. She had breast cancer in her younger days, a kind that is almost always fatal because it spreads to the lymph nodes before you know that you have it. She asked God to heal her and when they did the mastectomy, there was no cancer in her lymph nodes. More recently (2003) she had colon cancer. When they did the surgery, it had spread into the wall of her stomach. The doctor recommended chemo/radiation, but she chose a different route. She prayed. She has had no reoccurance. A brain anurysm kills over 50% of the people it affects, but she survived that one, too. Even though she didn't have surgery until the next day.

Some people would laugh and scoff at her ideals, perhaps saying "if God is so good, why did she get sick in the first place?" Well he is so good and I believe we get sick in the first place so He can see how we will react. Will we choose faith or fear?

I am ashamed to admit that she can be embarassing. When we are at a doctor's appointment and she lifts her hands in praise and says, " The Lord has healed me, I just need to receive it." Yes...I admit, I roll my eyes with the doctor. I'm not sure why, because I believe the same things she does. I have had my own experiences with God and faith.

Now Mom has a growth in her jaw. We went, did all the tests, the doctor has decided to take await and see approach. I have no doubt that the healing has begun.

We have this great source of power at our disposal. Yes, He does use doctors to heal us, but at times He does it a different way. We abuse our bodies and He still has mercy on us. I am a horrible person. I would rather slide into the grave with no regrets, but the abuse is beginning to wear on me. Now, should I choose to be bored, or should I choose to have fun? I think my body is telling me it's time to stop being stupid. But I don't want to. I like being buzzed. It's the after effects that I hate. This is my motto:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways, champagne in one hand, chocolate covered strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!"

I think I'll have a glass of wine.