Today if you would hear His voice

Christy wanted to share these words she wrote last week with you:

“Today if you would hear His voice”

Two weeks ago today I went into the surgeon’s office where he told me that something didn’t “sit right” with him concerning the ultrasound pictures and the location of the two tumors. He wanted to remove both of those to biopsy them to make sure there was no cancer. Three hours later I was in surgery. Minutes before they put me out, I asked Jesus to be with me, just sit right next to me during the surgery. After the surgery I remembered a vivid dream where I was in a field where the grass was a rich green and the sky extraordinarily blue. There was a group of us people and at the head of the group was Jesus. I was totally at peace, and every time Jesus would say something we all turned to look at our Shepherd because His voice was all that mattered. 

Five days later I get a call at 9:30am that the surgeon wanted to see us as soon as possible to go over the biopsy results. I knew then that I had cancer. Driving to the surgeon’s office I was crying and shaking with fear. Jason prayed out loud the entire car ride, I couldn’t stand the thought of that prayer ending. In desperation I pulled out my Bible in the car and knew that I couldn’t read it, but I wanted the Word of God to open and present with us, grasping for strength. I couldn’t help but notice the very page I opened it to, where my eyes immediately fell on these words –

“Come let us worship and bow down, 

Let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.

For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture 

And the sheep of His hand.

Today if you would hear His voice…”         -from Psalm 95

I couldn’t read any further because I knew that my Savior had just spoken to me. I knew that I had difficult news ahead of me, but I knew then that He had gone before me, and I was in His care. It gave me the courage to walk up those steps and into the door of our surgeon. It gave me the courage to hear the words, “you have breast cancer” and I am clinging to Jesus as we do not know how extensively the cancer has travelled in my body. I am broken, hurting, and desperate – but clinging to Jesus, looking and listening for His voice. 

My Shepherd’s voice is leading our family though this valley. He is our Rock and our Fortress. We have never been so convinced of His love, His goodness, His power, His compassion, and His kindness. 

Thank you for being a part of that great love for us – God is sustaining us each moment through your prayers and His never ending love. 

Christy