Play my favorite song.

She said it softly to her daughter, my First Friend, who was driving her to a treatment. She says everything softly these days, because she has something incurable.

The GPS barked out cancer center, as her song began to play…

Your love is like radiant diamonds…

 

The disease released her resonant voice filling the car to sing to the One who could cure her yesterday…

Bursting inside us, we cannot contain…

 

And it released her hands, thinner than I remember, to rise open to receive from the Healer who has not healed her…

Your love will surely come find us…

 

There’s painful fire in her bones, of symptoms and side-effects… yet, she sings of a different kind of Fire…

Like blazing wildfires, singing Your Name…

 

That’s when I realized, it is her faith that is incurable.

 

God of mercy, sweet Love of mine…

 

Never do I remember her speaking so adoringly of Jesus as she does now, when it would seem fair to question Him.

She couldn’t stop worshiping at the sky, blue as glacier water and cloudless. I hadn’t noticed it until she described it to me like I was blind, because I am blind compared to her. And that butterfly she counted… When was the last time I counted butterflies?

Faith is fanned wide by the grateful, grace-full wings of the grace-filled.

I have surrendered to Your design…

 

It’s like she knows the sweetest secret. Her incurable faith is contagious, because to be with her is to find treasures within each moment, the treasures hidden in darkness… that deep secret of Isaiah 45:3…

And to relish the promise of Heaven, the Happiest Ever After awaiting every child of God.

She leaned toward me as we waited on coffee-stained cushions and she smiled, We’ll see if this works, but if it doesn’t, know I’ll be waiting by the River.

May this offering stretch across the skies…

 

I know which River she means, the one flowing where cancer isn’t… but The River of Life is already spilling out from inside her because wherever she is, hallelujahs are born. Faith reaches out of her and touches other sufferers, awakening them to the miracle of trusting God.

Jesus loves the suffering through her while she loves Him through her suffering.

She shared her prayer with me: that her life will be a testimony of encouragement.

These hallelujahs be multiplied.

 

While we wait for The Healer to heal her, this one brave prayer has already been answered: As she counts butterflies, hallelujahs are multiplied.

 

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Would you like to listen to her favorite song?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGF-MGGLpB0