My friend Vivian is fighting for her life.Just a few weeks ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Since then she has undergone two surgeries and is now bracing for round one of chemo.
Vivian loves Jesus, and I have been so inspired by her walk of faith through this dark time in her life. She has been chronicling her journey on a CaringBridge site.
I was especially moved by her latest post, so I asked her if I could reprint it here. May it draw your heart to the Father as it did mine.
"Last night before I went to sleep, a memory was brought to mind and with it came encouragement and I fell asleep smiling...Just over eight months ago I remember walking into the quad area at La Paz Intermediate school. The place was packed with wall to wall people. Over 600 empty chairs were set up in the center of the quad and the June sun was heating the place up at an alarming rate even though it was still morning. We moved three or four times looking for shade and a good view and finally sat on the edge of a planter box.
All eyes were fixed on the left side of the stage area when the music began and then, for what seemed like 20 minutes, a steady flow of eighth graders walked in single file and started filling in row after row of those aluminum fold out chairs. My eyes never left that stage until I spotted him. Tall, lean, wearing a black button down Quik Silver shirt that matched his on-the-longer-side black hair. "There he is! There he is!" We pointed and called out. "Jonathan! Jonathan!!" Julia started jumping up and down. We cheered and waved to him, but he didn't see us in the crowd. He briefly looked in our direction which caused us to cheer even louder. He didn't see us but he knew that we were there. After he sat down, my eyes continued to look his way all through the promotion ceremony.
For the eyes of the LORD move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His. (2 Chronicles 16:9a)
Last night I remembered the longing and anticipation and finally the relief of seeing my son in the crowds of eighth graders. No one else mattered to me as much as my son. The same is true when I see a group picture from a field trip that one of the kids goes on. My eyes scan the photo until I find my child.
Last night I was reminded that His eyes are on me because I belong to Him. "But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name." (John 1:12) Now that I am adopted into the family of God, I am looked for in the same way I look for my own kids. His eyes move to and fro and His eyes are on me...fully aware of where I go, how I feel, what I struggle with and the victories along the way. I don't see Him, but I know He is there. He sees me....and He knows exactly the encouragement I need and is able to prompt...others to pray at just the right time, write just the right words or pick out just the right thing to remind me that He is near and that His love is unending..."
