Psalm 46

Today on the radio I heard David Jeremiah talking about those times that we come to God with such heavy hearts that we don’t really even know what to say, and so we just ask Him to speak to us in a special way.  I guess hearing him say that has caused me to think today about one of the most meaningful times that I did just that.

In May of 2000, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer.  He went through months of grueling chemotherapy and radiation, and was doing very well.  After four years we were all resting easier about his condition, praising God for His healing hand on Dad.

I’ll never forget the day in early November of 2004 when our phone rang.  It was my mom and dad calling me from West Virginia.  Some routine blood work that had been done a few weeks earlier had shown that some of his levels weren’t quite right.  On the phone that day, he and mom broke the news to me that a liver scan had shown that Dad had liver cancer.  It was inoperable, but chemo was once again an option.  However, we knew that this was very serious and possibly terminal.

None of our family was expecting this news.  We were all devastated, of course, and so sad on many levels.  The next morning after receiving this awful news, I sat at the table with my coffee and my Bible.  I was trying to find the motivation to work on a Bible study I was doing, but my heart wasn’t in that.  Finally, I just called out to God and said, “Oh God, You know that I am so sad and so hurt over Dad.  Please, Lord, I need to hear from You right now.  Please speak to me.”

I opened my Bible randomly.  I had nothing marked, nothing stuck in the pages of my Bible that would have caused it to open where it did.  I looked down to where I had opened it and saw Psalm 46.  This was a special Psalm to my extended family.  Verse one says, “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”  Beside that verse I had written, “‘Dad, cancer: 2000.”  Then verse 10 is my mother’s verse: “Be still and know that I am God.”  I had her name written beside that verse.

It was a very special time of worship for me that morning.  I said, “Oh, thank you Lord, for reminding me of Who You were to all of us during Dad’s cancer in 2000 and of Who You still are today!”  And so I added the date of 2004 to that verse as a reminder of this wonderful word once again from God.

It was a Friday morning and I knew that back in West Virginia, Dad was at the Men’s Prayer Breakfast that he always attended.  That meant that Mom would be alone, and so she and I could really talk.  I called her and for a few minutes we talked and cried together.  Then I said, “Mom, God did the most amazing thing this morning.  I asked Him to speak to me and so I opened my Bible……………”   But Mom interrupted me before I could say anything else.

She said, “Wait!  Don’t tell me!  Was it Psalm 46?”

And I replied, “Well, yes, but how did you know that?”

And she said, “Yesterday when we got home from the doctor, your dad went back into the bedroom and stayed there a long time.  When he came out I asked what he was doing, and he told me that he was reading Psalm 46.”

Oh wow!  God was reaching down to us, so many miles apart, and showing us that He was there…….that He was aware of our need and of our hurt……..that He hadn’t forgotten us…………..that He truly was a PRESENT help in our trouble.

God gave us four more wonderful years with Dad.  We would often say to each other, “Remember Psalm 46!”

What a faithful and awesome God we serve!

Snort!

Aaron has a cold right now.  We all feel bad when Aaron has a cold, and it’s not just because we feel badly for Aaron – although we really are sorry that he’s sick.  It’s just that – well, the main reason we feel bad when Aaron has a cold is that – how do I say it?  Aaron doesn’t like to blow his nose and so he……………..snorts.  It’s just one of the grossest things ever, honestly.

Aaron takes his colds very seriously.  I could tell on Sunday that he was sounding stopped up.  He told me that his throat was sore, so I knew that my hunch was correct – a cold.  Great.  Later that evening, as we were driving to pick up some Taco Bell for supper, Aaron started talking about his cold.  “Mom, where did I get this cold?”  I told him what I’ve told him every time he’s had a cold for the past couple of decades………….all about viruses, how we come in contact with them, how they enter our bodies, etc.  I don’t know why I bother, though, because he always asks the same question – “So how did the virus come into my body last night while I slept?”  He thinks that because he woke up with the cold symptoms that the virus crept into his body while he slept and BAM – he has a cold. 

I let him stay home from his group on Monday because he wasn’t feeling well.   All day long I listened to him say, “I don’t feel well. (snort)”    Over and over and over and over and over………………sigh.  And then to be sure I got it, he came into my bedroom and said, “I’m not still feeling well! (snort)”

Aaron, honey, I got it.  You don’t feel well………and you don’t like to blow your nose.  So now I don’t feel so well either.

I don’t know why Aaron won’t blow his nose.  That’s right up there with not wanting to get his lips messy when he eats.  Do you know how you keep your lips from getting messy when you eat?  You use your TEETH to get the food off of your fork or spoon.  Do you know how incredibly annoying it is to hear someone get food off their utensil by scraping it on their teeth?  Come to our house and you can find out.  We tell Aaron to quit scraping the fork on his teeth, and so then he eats slower.  He slowly scrapes the fork over his teeth, with his lips parted rather weirdly.  Now the awful noise is somewhat quieter, but longer.  And he looks so funny that I start laughing………..which makes him forget to eat slowly and we’re back to the loud scraping sound again.  Oh joy!

I guess Aaron doesn’t like the act of blowing his nose or the feel of blowing his nose or the mess it makes…….I don’t know.  This morning he came thumping downstairs while I was on the computer and he sat on the floor beside me.  “Mom, I don’t feel well. (snort)” 

I know, Aaron.  You still have your cold, huh?    “Yeah. (snort)  I’m not still feeling well. (snort)” 

Aaron, here’s a kleenex.  You really need to blow your nose. 

He took the kleenex, balled it up, and WIPED his nose.  (snort).   

Aaron, I said to BLOW your nose!!   Whereupon I handed him another kleenex, then took one for myself, and proceeded to once again demonstrate how to blow your nose……..by blowing MY nose. 

He wiped his nose again.  (snort)  AAHHHH!!!

He came home from his group yesterday and said, “Mom, I still have my cold. (snort)”  

I know, Aaron.  He told me that they went to Wal-Mart.   “I got a Cheddar Pasta Salad. (snort)  But I lost my taste for things. (snort)”

Yeah, Aaron………….I’m losing my taste for things, too.  (he snorts)

Later he was talking again about the sorrow of getting his favorite Cheddar Pasta Salad but not being able to taste it.   He said, “The taste of it felt like it was nasty. (snort)”

Well, I can tell you what else is nasty, Aaron.  (snort)   I need earplugs.