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When doctors say there is nothing else they can do.....

This is my wonderful husband. He was diagnosed with cancer in December of 2014. Since then he has spent hundreds of days in a hospital. I have lost count of the number of hospitalizations. But the last one lasted six weeks.

This is the scene that has been repeated hundreds of times. My two little children walking through the parking garage of the hospital to visit their dad.

My little boy has gone from being able to run around with his daddy to having to give him cuddles from a hospital bed because the chemo has left my husband with the inability to move his hands and legs.

I patiently waited for the spouse God had for me and when I was 28 years old God opened the door for Mel and me to meet and begin dating. At 29 I got married to my best friend. And we started living the "happily ever after" story.
Mel is my best friend. He is the best husband and an amazing husband.
And cancer has prevented so many things during the last two years. We no longer can take weekend trips to the zoo. We can no longer go on road trips. We can no longer even go to the grocery store as a family.
Instead the doctors have sent my husband home on hospice. They told us a couple of weeks ago that there was not anymore that they could do. The cancer treatment used to remove the cancer has caused damage to his spine. They think the damage is going to increase. They can no longer give him any chemotherapy.
And so we find ourselves in need of a miracle. Science has done all it can do.
My amazing, strong husband is confined to a hospital bed. And we are calling out to God for the miracle.
Because God is the only one who can perform the miracle.
Instead of running around with their dad, my two little care-free kids let me know how sad they are that their dad can't move his arms and legs.
But we continue doing what we did prior to the diagnosis.
We serve God.
We worship God.
We praise God.
We give God thanks.
Our relationship with God has not been shattered because of the storm we are enduring.
If anything this storm has cemented what are the most important things
There is nothing more important than a relationship with God
The Bible instructs how to live and no amount of compromise can be justified before God
We can't pick and choose the scripture we want to abide by
If it is not aligned with the Word of God it is not acceptable
Sports are not the most important things
A career is not the most important thing
Climbing up the social ladder is not the most important thing
A move of God can not be created
Light shows do not usher in the presence of God
A movie themed sermon doesn't usher in the presence of God
A coffee bar in the lobby doesn't usher in the presence of God.
Pretty social media pictures do not usher in the presence of God.
Miracles do not occur through compromising
Miracles do not occur through strategizing
Miracles do not occur as a result of following a ten step plan outlined in a book
A church doesn't need to compromise
A church doesn't need to plot
A church doesn't need to transform the sanctuary to resemble a nightclub
A church doesn't need to transform a lobby to look like a coffee bar
A church doesn't need to offer incentives to attract the crowd
But a church needs to be founded on prayer
A church needs to be committed to the Word of God.
A church needs to stop tearing down the walls that were built by prayer.
They need to stop trying to makeover the church.
They need to stop destroying the foundation that was laid by tears of intercession.
My husband needs a miracle to be able to walk again like the above picture. And that miracle comes from crying out to God.
In the two weeks since Mel has been home people have continually
come to our house to pray. There is no light show. There is no coffee bar. There is no graphic design. There is no program. There are no strategy meetings.
Just praying. And the presence of God has been so strong.
When you are in need of a miracle nothing else matters.
I could care less what the inside of a sanctuary looks like.
The pretty social media pictures of people smiling in the lobby don't appeal to me.
The smell of fresh brewed mocha does nothing for me.

Because this is what our life looks like on a daily basis.
Waiting for that miracle

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