Hallelujah
Can I tell y’all a secret?
When my mom was alive, I didn’t pray for her to be healed. Well I did, once or twice in pure vanity. Why wouldn’t I ask for healing from the one that heals? What kind of terrible daughter am I that I wouldn’t want my mom to be healed from the hell she was in?
It just hit me tonight why I didn’t. For one, my mom has been healed and restored in Heaven. Another reason why I didn’t was because my mom wasn’t meant to be cured of MSA. She wasn’t supposed to be in anyone’s life past November 19, 2013. And yeah, trust me I know that sucks.
But you know what doesn’t suck about knowing my mom has been healed and restored in Heaven? That it’s made possible only through Christ’s sacrifice.
God created Adam and Eve and he gave them everything they ever needed or could want. We were so connected to God and so in tune with Him. They were tempted and they sinned. From that moment, our world became broken, sad, desolate. From that moment, we have become separated from God. So, God sent down his son, Jesus Christ, to become a human and to live and love and suffer like and with us. He was sent to be among us. We turned our back on him and we killed him. But in Jesus’ death, a debt was paid. Our sins were taken care of. Three days later, Jesus rose from the dead and appeared to his disciples. In Jesus’ resurrection, Jesus defeated death. He’ll come again. Just you wait.
That is the Gospel. When you believe in the Gospel, you get to go to Heaven when you die. When you go to Heaven, everything is made right. That’s where my mom is. She’s in Heaven. She’s whole and complete and healthy.
So what did I pray about when my mom was alive?
I prayed for comfort, both physical and spiritual, both for my mom and the rest of my family. I prayed for laughter. I prayed for doctors. I prayed for faith so that we could survive without my mother. (These are things that I still pray for.)
I don’t regret that one bit because I know God’s purpose. Today I tried to pray for something that needs to get resolved, but I just couldn’t find the words to really express my need for help with that. I wasn’t supposed to pray for that – I was supposed to pray for ministry. It’s crazy and impossible to explain, but God laid it on my heart to pray for something to him. HE ALREADY KNEW WHAT I WAS PRAYING FOR BECAUSE HE TOLD ME TO TELL HIM THAT. Sounds like a weird Harry Potter Imperious curse thing, but like I believe it to be true.
I came to this realization by remembering that Christ has overcome death, that there is joy in that, “We sing hallelujah, the Lamb has overcome!”