I remembered my sister’s shocking phone call, “Mom has breast cancer”. During the long wait for the surgeon, my mind kept going back to the one question I had been wrestling with since I got the news, “Can God really heal my mom’s cancer?”
I prayed for her surgery to go well, but to ask God to heal my mother’s cancer? It seemed too far-fetched for my analytical brain. I prayed the words but deep down, I did not believe them.
“What are you afraid of?” I heard God say.
“Maybe I will look foolish. Or, I will be disappointed if it doesn’t come true.”
When our prayers are small, we expect to see small acts from God.
The surgeon came into the waiting room to give us his report.
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