Burning House

I had a dream about a burning house
You were stuck inside
I couldn't get you out
I laid beside you and I pulled you close
And the two of us went up in smoke

Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I'll stay here with you
'Til this dream is gone

I've been sleepwalkin'
I've been wandering all night
Tryin' to take what's lost and broke
And make it right
I've been sleepwalkin'
Too close to the fire
'Cuz it's the only place that I can hold you tight

In this burning house

-Burning House by Cam

I listen to the melody, dark but beautiful, that matches my mood. It resonates in my heavy heart. I'm stuck in a nightmare that I can't break out of. But in my nightmare, I'm not in a burning house. I'm in a small doctor's office, listening to a surgeon tell us that my Mama has a brain tumor.

She has a brain tumor, and it's incurable.

It's growing into her skull.

It's tripled in size in the past 17 months.

We can be aggressive and perform surgery to remove it, but it would likely grow back.

With her current limited functionality, surgery would likely do more harm than good.

It's about quality of life versus quantity of years.

It all plays in my head on repeat. Like a broken cd, the facts play over and over. Like a cruel game of darts, the facts are hurled at me and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

I'm angry. I'm so angry. I prayed for healing, God. I asked you to heal her. I believed you would. Hasn't she been through enough? You've called my family to leave the country, and we obeyed. We obeyed! Is this what obedience looks like?

I'm heavy with grief. So heavy. I don't want to imagine a life without my Mama. I don't want to think about a world where I have more babies and my Mama isn't here to see them born and grow. I can't consider a place where my sister gets married and Mama can't give her away. I don't want to think about all the things she'll miss, and all the times we will yearn for her presence.

It's too much. It's too much and not enough, all at once.

But when it's too much: God.

I can feel embittered with Him, not understanding His plan, but still know He's here. Because, He is. He just is.

A few weeks ago, my Mom had an MRI which lead to her follow-up appointment yesterday. The MRI showed progression of something, which we thought to be the dementia. When I received that news, I hadn't considered an alternative to God healing her - here - on Earth. It really didn't cross my mind that her tumor would grow back. I don't know why, but it didn't.

After I received that news, I dug into His word. In Exodus 6:2-8, I read this:

"God also said to Moses, "I am the Lord. I appeared to Abraham, to Isaac and to Jacob as God Almighty, but my name is the Lord. I did not make myself known to them. I also established my covenant with them to give them the land of Canaan, where they lived as aliens. Moreover, I have heard the groaning of the Israelites, whom the Egyptians are enslaving, and I have remembered my covenant. Therefore, say to the Israelites: "I am the Lord, and I will bring you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians. I will free you from being slaves to them, and I will redeem you with an outstretched arm and with mighty acts of judgment. I will take you as my own people, and I will be your God. Then you will know that I am the Lord your God, who brought you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians. And I will bring you to the land I swore with uplifted hand to give to Abraham, to Isaac and to Jacob. I will give it to you as a possession. I am the Lord."

In other words, God established Himself in my grief-stricken brain first. Then, He reminded me of all that He has done already, all the ways He has been faithful. He reminded me of the promise He's given; to heal my Mom. Then, He said He will be freeing from slavery. This tumor, limited mobility, and the dying body all equal enslavement. He is going to free my Mom from the enslavement that has held her in chains for far too long. At the end of the passage, He reminded me that He will fulfill His promise.

In all the ways this world enslaves us, God's love exists to free us. In the ways that I feel bitter and angry that God may not allow Mom to stay with us longer, He reminds me that He has a better plan: complete healing. The kind of healing that gives her a perfect body, where she won't be limited by memory or physical disfunction. The kind of healing that grants her access to the physical presence and glory of Jesus. The kind of healing that means she will be praising Him alongside her mom, our Mema, and her grandmother, our Nanny Tucker. The kind of healing that means she will get to meet our babies. She will lay eyes on their faces and know who they are. The kind of healing that will have her celebrating with all the Heavenly host when souls on Earth cross from death to life.

His plan is clearly better than mine. His plan means I say goodbye to her on Earth, but it means I see her again in the blink of an eye. It means she will be free.

So I can't stay bitter at the thought of losing her, because that would be making it about me. I can't stay angry, because I realize that He is giving her the best gift. I know better that obedience doesn't always mean a perfect outcome, but that in the imperfection lies God's perfect love. It's enough. He's more than enough.

We've all heard the phrase "too little, too late" before. In our case, it is "so much, and just in time." When we were prepared to say goodbye last year, God granted us another year with her, where she was not only able to see the birth of her first grandchild, but hold her. She got to watch her grow. She was able to revel in the gift of Camden's life. We got to spend the most special of time, to say things we've been wanting to say. We've been able to see His healing in our own hearts the past months.

It's so much. So much of God's goodness.

So as our family steps forward, unsure of what the future holds and how much time she has, we can be sure that God is holding her life and will soon free her from the chains of this life.

And we can celebrate those things.

Thank you Jesus, for the work you are doing. We praise You!

Bold Prayers and God's Healing Hands

I'm watching God's faithfulness, babbling loudly, as she plays with her toys. She reaches for all the bright colors, and occasionally looks at me in her chubby-cheeked baby glory and flashes me the sweet smile that lights up my life.

This faithfulness of God that I speak of is my seven month old daughter.

It wasn't all that long ago that I shared with all of you, my readers, the very bold prayer my family had begun praying: Let me be the Shunammite Woman! On Mother's Day in May 2013, God had plainly spoken to me and a few others regarding our level of faith in our requests that He would give Daniel and I children. At that point, we were in a stage of grief over the loss of two babies. We had so many unanswered questions as to why I continued to miscarry, yet we still held hope that God would provide us the opportunity to live our dreams of pregnancy, birth, and baby bliss. But as much as I hoped, there was an equal part of my heart that wanted to push aside the dream I had for motherhood. It had become unbearably painful living in the waiting period. But in one fell swoop, God re-lit that fire in my heart and pushed us even further to ask Him boldly for the things we desired.

So, we did. We began to pray that we would hold our child in our arms one year from that date. We prayed this for days and days before I could muster up the courage to share publicly and ask our community to join with us in this bold request for God.

As we and our community prayed, I continually struggled first with the faith that God could and wanted to answer our prayer. Secondly, I struggled to maintain peace to accept whatever His answer may be. Some days, I was flying high as I proclaimed in faith out loud that I would be the Shunammite woman referenced in 2 Kings 4. Other days, doubt won. But we pressed on, praying this prayer God had given us.

Seven months later, in December 2013, we found out we were pregnant! On Mother's Day 2014, we rubbed my bump that was the home for our daughter, and on a beautiful day in August, I gave birth to her. God had delivered, literally, the answer to our bold prayer. One year to the day after we began to ask God for this miracle, He answered. He let the Shunammite woman's story be ours.

I revisit this story of God's faithfulness in my life because yet again, He is beckoning me to pray a bold prayer. And yet again, I find myself struggling with doubt but hear plainly from God, "Look to your past. Remember what I've done in your life. I can do it again! Where is your faith? I want you to ask me bold things."

He is asking me that I boldly request Him to heal my Mama.

When I was a toddler and my sister just a few years older, my mom was diagnosed with a stage four Glioblastoma, a highly cancerous brain tumor whose cells reproduce and spread very quickly. The prognosis she was given was not good: She had 3 months to live, and even if she chose to have brain surgery, she may still lose one or all motor functions. But even with this grim outlook, she decided to undergo brain surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation in an attempt to remove the tumor. Not only did she survive the surgery, but she made it through the intense chemo and radiation treatments, passing the several-month mark she had been given by doctors. Though she miraculously survived the surgery without losing motor functions, she did suffer from minor short-term memory loss and slight changes in personality. But eventually, she went into remission.

In January of last year, we learned that my Mom had several new spots in her brain, one being at the site of the original tumor all those years ago. We all feared the worst. After many visits with doctors, we learned that the spots were not cancerous but were a result of the high doses of radiation she received to combat her brain tumor. Around the same time of this news, her health began to decline, and rapidly. In a matter of months, she went from living mostly independently to being under Hospice care in an Assisted Living facility and was diagnosed with dementia. Over the years, her brain had atrophied, again due to the intense amount of radiation she received. She began having trouble swallowing and was unable to eat on her own. She lost her balance and fell so frequently that she was moved to a wheelchair. For a while, she couldn't talk. When I had less than 12 weeks left until Camden's due date, her hospice nurse reevaluated her and gave us a 3-month timeline of life.

We didn't know if she would even live to see her first granddaughter born. I spent countless nights waking up in tears, trying to navigate that timeline. On one hand, the joy I felt at knowing I was getting closer to meeting my baby girl was indescribable. But at the same time, I felt a sense of impending doom at knowing I might have to say goodbye to my Mama.

We began to pray that she would live to see Camden's birth, and we prayed daily. Miraculously, about two months before Camden was born, Mama's health began to improve! She started speaking again, she was able not only to swallow, but use utensils to eat! While at the hospital after Camden's birth, she stood up unassisted in order to get a better look at her grandbaby! This may not seem like much, but it was HUGE!

Her health then hit a plateau. She still has good and bad days, but overall she has not declined further. We are all amazed at the improvement, but medically speaking, the declines, plateaus, and even the improvement is all a normal part of dementia.

I live on the fence with this information, part of me in the space of realism, wanting to brace myself for the worst so that I'm not shattered when the worst I can imagine becomes reality. The other side is a place of great hope and faith that God can and wants to completely heal her - and on this Earth.

How do you live in both of those places simultaneously?

I don't think you can.

I don't think my Father wants me to live both places.

In December of last year, my sister and I, with the help of a great crew of people, sang a song of healing - Healing is Here - over my Mom. Appropriately titled, the lyrics are this:

Healing is here

Healing is here

Healing is here

And I receive it

I reach my hands to the Heavens

I lift my eyes where my help comes from

I look to You my rock my healer

I trust in You

Freedom is here

Freedom is here

Freedom is here

And I believe it

I reach my hands to the heavens

 I lift my eyes where my help comes from

I look to You my rock my healer

I trust in You

Sickness can't stay any longer

Your perfect love is casting out fear

You are the God of all power

And it is Your will that my life be healed

We sang in faith. We spoke scripture over her that point to living a full, rich life. We asked God to see Him perform another miracle. We left that night thankful for the opportunity to share such a special moment with her and with a peace knowing that whatever happened, it would be God's plan and it would be good.

A few weeks ago, my Mom was released from Hospice care! This is a victory, and beyond that, it is a sign of God's faithfulness to answer our prayers for her healing. But, we'd like to take it a step further. We want to come to God, again, with a bold request, and we ask you to join with us.

Psalm 145:17-19 claims "The Lord is righteous in all his ways and loving toward all he has made. The Lord is near to all who all on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them."

Here is our prayer:

Jehovah Rapha, your name that means healing, hear our cry. Heal my Mama. Break her free of the chains she has lived in for years. Mend her weak body, giving her physical strength to walk again. Break open the passage ways of her brain that are clouded, giving her mental clarity. Holy Spirit, restore her, making her better than she has ever been. Give her hope for a future. Shine Your glory through her life, making Yourself so incredibly evident. Break my chains of doubt. Give me hope for the future, faith in Your plan, and peace with Your answer.

As I asked you to join us a few years ago in our prayer journey, I ask you again now. Would you join with us in prayer? Would you look at your life and recognize the ways in which God has healed you or those around you, remember His faithfulness, and look to Him with us in bold faith?

He can heal. He wants to heal. May His answer be yes to us again, but more than that, may we see His sweet presence in this place.

Thank you, Jesus, for the work You are doing. We praise You!