For the last week or so a dire cancer diagnosis has been looming for my niece, Lindsay. She is my sister Cheryl's firstborn and a 31 year old wife and mother. Our family united our prayers and faith on her behalf. We all fasted last Sunday and mom flew out to California to be with Cheryl and Lindsay. My wonderful father and Judy drove to Sacramento from Oregon. Dad and Leon Felt, Nola's husband and dear friend gave powerful priesthood blessings to Lindsay and to her mom, who was beside herself at the thought of losing her daughter. We waited for a specialist who was flying in to see her, praying and pleading that our faith would be answered. Dad called and told me that all we could do now is leave it in the Lord's hands. I kept thinking of hands, the Savior's hand touched a blind man and his eyes became whole, a suffering woman with a disease over twelve years touched the hem of his robe with her hand and was healed. I knew that His power and mercy could be manifest in Lindsay, but also that He knew the end from the beginning and we had to trust Him. After a long exam and conference with the specialist yesterday, the cancer grade was downgraded and a much more favorable outcome and diagnosis was given Lindsay. On the phone talking with Cheryl we both acknowledged that exercising faith in the Lord Jesus Christ from so many and the power of the priesthood had literally changed the grade of cancer. Miracles do occur just as when the Master walked on the earth. His tender mercies are evident in so many ways in our lives. We try as imperfectly as only we can to put our faith and desires into his capable hands. The blessing of renewed and increased faith and strength is often the result. As I hung up the phone with my sister, I was overcome with tears of humble gratitude for His goodness, His care, and His love for each one of us.
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My firstborn had some surgery today. I know she is hurting. When I got her three oldest off to school this morning, there was a note on the fridge from her telling them that "Mom loves you!" even though she wasn't there, Emma wrote back on the note...."We love you too, Mom!" We'll take good care of you Amy, you'll feel better in a few weeks~~~We all love you and pray for your recovery.
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I team-teach in Primary with Sister Fuller, a neat neat lady in her 70's that returned a year ago from a Boston, Massachusetts mission. Zelda and I love our little 8-10 yrs olds and we have enjoyed teaching them last year about Old Testament Prophets and this year about the Savior's life. I just got word that she passed away quite unexpectedly - She will be very much missed by our Primary class - I had just talked to her a couple of days ago and she said she thought she was feeling better......still quite a shock that her lovely smiling face won't be there with our class singing those beautiful Primary songs.
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