My weekend started with a phone call. Just as I was boarding the elevator to go down to the first session of the conference, I received a phone call. It was my oncologist’s office. The nurse told me that it is official. The radiologist completely agrees with the doctor’s assessment of my scans. I am officially “no evidence of disease” and that my friends, gave my heart a tiny sigh. The impact of this miracle hit me like a ton of bricks and lightened my heart to soak in the weekend.
Would you take a moment with me now to praise our God for what He has done? July 29, 2010 I learned my body was free of visible disease. I was diagnosed on January 25, 2010. That’s just six short, or very long depending on how you look at it, months since my diagnosis and the Healer has healed my body.
Did I tell you how I am the only breast sarcoma patient of my doctor at MD Anderson, the nation's largest volume sarcoma clinic, to not receive chemo? Isn't that an awesome and miraculous answer to all your prayers? Now, please remember that chemo is not off the table so don’t stop praying. But, I do feel the freedom of three months. And, I thank God for all my days but especially the next ninety cancer-free days!
How could I spend my days doing anything but telling of all His goodness?
“I will sing of the LORD's great love forever; with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations.” Psalm 89:1
And so, it was with the lightest of hearts I stepped off the elevator into the place of dreams. Let me describe the scene. It was like the best ladies’ retreat I’ve ever been to but on steroids. I’ve been to conferences where everyone wanted to go to get more of Jesus. When hearts are united to seek Him it is a powerful thing.
I love that feeling where you walk into a room full of ladies who are all worshipping their Rescuer. It’s this beautiful site and reverent feeling that makes you want to take off your shoes, not only because they’re so cute and pointy your feet are throbbing but, because you just know you’re standing on holy ground. A holy ground that makes you forget about everything, even your aching feet, and see only Jesus.
I’ve had the distinct privilege in my lifetime of gathering in a place like this at least once a year for the last twenty or so years. Ladies. Loving their Jesus. Seeking His sweet face. Beautiful.
This weekend was different.
I not only wanted to take my shoes off; I wanted to get down on my face because His presence was just that strong. There was a power in the united desire of these women to speak of God’s goodness to a hurting world. There was no doubting the bigness of our God this weekend.
Six hundred eight women gathered to get more of their sweet Jesus with the sole purpose to give Him away. That made all the difference.
Six hundred eight women all stood on shaky legs, typed with shaky fingers and spoke with shaky lips. Six hundred eight women all are telling their story. It’s the Story of the Ages but packaged six hundred eight unique ways. We all share the same story. It’s one of redemption, love, grace and forgiveness. It’s one that never gets old, no matter how many times it’s heard.
And although, six hundred eight women who all do what I do were at first intimidating and a bit overwhelming and for just a few seconds I did wonder if there were room for one more in this arena, I realized in just about ten seconds that all the voices in the world talking at once couldn’t sing of all the goodness of God and that it would be a lonely arena if not for the six hundred seven that were with me.
Yesterday as I was leaving, I prayed that there would six hundred eight more next year and six thousand eight hundred more in the coming years.
She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. Proverbs 31:26