Something amazing happened to me this week. No, that’s not the right word. Incredible? Shocking? Supernatural? How about all of the above?
Here’s how it went down.
As I sat in a cold, sterile treatment room praying that Papa God would somehow turn bad news into good, the Pulmonologist entered, sat on her little black stool without making eye contact, and flipped open some paperwork. Her gaze stayed glued to the paper for what seemed forever.
My heart sank. The results of the C.A.T. scan of the tumor in my left lung must not be what I was hoping to hear. I silently asked the Lord to give me strength to accept whatever kind of medical crisis I was facing.
“Debora,” the doc said, finally looking up with a strange expression on her face, “you have two small lesions in your left lower lobe, both less than 3mm. Tiny. They are benign, dense, and stable. Nothing to worry about. You’re a very healthy lady. I don’t think we’ll need to see you again.”
I gawked at her, trying to comprehend what she was saying. “What??? Wait. Are you telling me that I have two new lesions in addition to the tumor I had the C.A.T. scan for?”
She swallowed. “No. I’m telling you they’re in place of it. The original tumor is no longer there.”
My mouth dropped open. She said nothing but kept staring at me.
Finally, my wits returned, at least one of them. “I don’t get it. How can that be? I saw the tumor on the x-rays with my own eyes – more than once. It’s the size of a tangerine. Could you have somehow missed it? Are you sure you looked in the right place?”
A slight flush colored her cheeks. “Yes, of course – the left lower lobe. We double-checked.”
I was flabbergasted. I simply could not grasp this. “And it’s really not there anymore? Do these kind of tumors just go away? Or shrink to the size of Tik-Taks on their own?”
The doctor cleared her throat and adjusted her sitting position as if it was suddenly uncomfortable. “Well, theoretically they could, but I’ve never seen it. It’s very rare.”
“I just don’t understand,” I said, still incredulous. I felt like I was inside a dream and grasping frantically for reality.
“Me neither,” she said under her breath as I stood, shook her hand and exited.
It was in the parking lot as I stood staring absently at the keys in my hand, trying to figure out what to do with them, when true reality finally hit me. Papa God had done this. It had His fingerprints all over it. He shrank the vast cosmos into our little world at the beginning of time; He could surely shrink a boulder-sized tumor into mere pebbles.
Wow. Just. WOW. What a HUGE grace note!
Words fail me. But I know you know the enormous feelings bombarding me. Because you’ve received a blessing of pebbles from Papa God too at some point in your life – maybe even a supernatural blessing – and you know firsthand the joy and gratitude that brings.
Would you share your pebbles with us, dearest BFF (Blessed Friend Forever)? Encourage your sisters who may need to be reminded of our Heavenly Father’s constant presence in our lives today.
The ultimate boulder-buster.