I was a new paralegal student watching a special report about the Supreme Court upholding the law commonly called "Obamacare." After taking notes on their decision, I decided to check my friend's blog.
Her three year old daughter was diagnosed with Stage IV Neuroblastoma.
Suddenly the constitutionality of a healthcare law faded into the background. It didn't matter in comparison to this:
A child I had seen running around the halls of Summitview, this child I've laughed with as she wore a princess dress at a party, this child that giggled about eating a cup-cake "all gone" could die.
This child wasn't mine, but her family was and is still dear to many Summitview friends and I. I had taught this girl's older sisters in Sunday School. Images of this child flashed through my head; her playing, her smiling and saying hi, her eagerly biting into a Summitview cookie.
Could God be taking her away?
I explained to Mom about her situation and then excused myself to go for a walk. Going for a walk allowed me to think and have prayer time with God.
And I cried. And cried.
Please, God, don't take this precious little girl away from her family. Please don't make her older sisters cry.
I knew God was sovereign over everything and everyone from the Supreme Court Justices to this little girl. I prayed to understand in a deeper way and I prayed for God to hold me as I cried.
I prayed for God to be with her parents who would shed more tears and feel the pain of her diagnosis infinitely more than I was at that moment.
I thanked God for being accessible through Christ to comfort those in need. I thanked God that somehow He would use this situation to spread the news that He came to seek and to save.
Through my tears, my anchor was God who I knew to be sovereign over Supreme Court decisions and a little girl's cancer.
And I could rest in that sovereignty because Jesus' death for sinners verifies that He is good.
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