Something truly happens...

I didn't wake up this morning to the birds chirping or the lovely smell of breakfast on the table waiting for me. In fact...it was quite the opposite...it was cold in my room no thanks to the lack of intelligence that I had last night when I was hot and opened my window, my pillow was on the floor and somehow I was the insides of a burrito with my blankets. It was only 6 am...I still had 2 more hours to play in dreamland but there I was, awake, cold and contemplative. Somehow I managed to find myself in dreamland again because, what seemed like a short time later, I awoke to the irritating sound of my cell phone alarm. Begrudgingly I dragged myself out of bed and to the shower. I took a lenthy shower simply letting the water cascade over me and wash the irritations of the morning away. Before long I was off to school...o joy! I made it through my classes with little to no embarrassing moments...which is a miracle considering I tend to find myself as the center of attention at the most inopprotune times. My last class of the day was Cornerstone; a class that I have absolutely no desire to take with a professor who has no desire to teach it. He concluded today's lesson with the end of a movie that we began last week. When we start it, we are caught up in the love story of an aspiring writer and a fan of his. They are married and she is nearing the end of her life because she is suffering from bone cancer. Thus this blog is birthed...

The image of her being brought home from the local hospital and placed in the common living area so that she will not have to face the struggle of the stairs flashes across the screen and all of a sudden, I see Nanny in her place with me at her side. I can't help but to feel my hot tears fill my eyes and a knot form in my throat. I see myself staying by her side well after she has fallen asleep just to simply be with her. When she awakens and says that I need to let her go, I tell her that I don't think that I can. Time runs out and we must stop the movie - it is time to leave class for the day, but I can't help but replay that scene over and over in my head. Will I sometime soon find myself in that situation? Will Nanny be on her death bed and me beside her? I didn't know the answers when class was over and I still don't know but after tonight's choir practice, I have a peace. Tonight we rehearsed a song that we will be singing on Sunday for the Centennial Celebration for the Church of the Nazarene and as each member of the choir spoke, I couldn't help but find myself lost in the reality of the song. Lost for words, I found myself signing the song because those were the only words I could produce for part of practice. Something really does happen when we speak the name of Jesus - something that we as humans are not capable of doing. He, with the simple speaking of a word or touching of His hand, can calm the seas and heal the sick. So with faith I say tonight that by the power of the name of Jesus, I believe in His healing power and glory. Tonight, I humbly bring Nanny to His feet and ask for a touch of healing. On Sunday as I sing this song with my fellow choir members and our wonderful soloist, I will sing on behalf of Nanny, knowing that simply speaking His name can bring power beyond all understanding.God is good all the time; all the time God is good. And I firmly believe in that. God has an amazing power beyond what any one of us could ever comprehend. We shouldn't second guess our God and Lord. He is truly an amazing one!