Wrong again.
Yesterday, Jerry’s prostate cancer pathology report showed that the edges of the tissue tested positive for cancer cells, in two spots. Not “We got it all,” like I’d hoped.
Because the cancer has seemed like spiritual battle, I’d been sure God would win a decisive victory. Nope. Not in the way I expected.
In fact, the lymph nodes are clear. That is decisive. No cancer has migrated away from the prostate bed. In the immediate area, though, some cells may remain to wreak havoc.
God just doesn’t do it the way we expect, does he? We expect him to protect our job, but we get a pink slip. We assume God has his hand on our marriages just before our spouse walks out. Or, conversely, we think our prodigal daughter will never call us again, until the phone rings one Sunday morning.
We are free to be wrong. The longer I walk with Papa-God, the less sure I am about what he’ll do in each situation. But the more sure I am that he is involved. We don’t have to get it right.
Because, right or wrong, he’s got us. His strong right arm surrounds us. He is working out his plans and purposes, for us and for eternity.
Papa, please give us all grace to relax against the strength of your arm. Thank you.