With her permission, I present my friend Jan’s Journal Entry for August 1, 2021. Sometimes, we don’t need another Bible study. We just need a testimony that is biblically grounded. Kleenex required.
“One of the chemo’s that I have been receiving has cardiac function side effects. I had a pre chemo Echocardiogram as a baseline. Yesterday I had a follow up “echo”. My appointment was for noon. I walk in with a really sweet, bright red hair, soft spoken woman - “Charlie.” Almost immediately, she identified me as a nurse...something about the fact that I pronounced sphygmomanometer correctly.
As we got started, the conversation went spiraling all over the place, and revealed that she has a severely handicapped 54 year old son, a husband with some significant PTSD and mental illness, and she herself has an extremely rare neuro disease. (She can’t wear a necklace as it causes severe neck pain, as well as other weird symptoms) She says that God is there and gives her what she needs for the day.
Our conversation turns to sharing how God has worked in so many areas of my life, and my parent’s lives. It goes to Neuhorst, Haiti, Brush Valley, Miami, Bradenton and Joliet, my cancer journey…We talked about how God’s grace is like the waves of the ocean. It has an endless supply, and comes to us with just how much and when we need it. It reminded me of the song “The love of God” ----
I tried to quote the words, but couldn’t get them all. SO when we were finished, I googled the song, found a video with captions, and played it for her...She listened for a few lines, and then began singing with it. I of course joined her.....now - sing it....
The love of God is greater far Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star, And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled, And pardoned from his sin.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
(This stanza gets me everytime!!!)
Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
We sat there, silent, for a moment. Then we hugged, and said - I will see you in heaven -
And that my friends - has the fingerprints of our Awesome God all over it. As our favorite pastor ever would say... ‘You think about that.’”