I experienced a few things this weekend on the way to Duke:

My husband and I asked the elders of our church to anoint me with oil and pray for me as we are instructed in James 4. After church on Sunday, the elders gathered and, with my family in attendance, they each prayed for me. That was a wonderful experience. (just a side note: God sovereignly led us to this church and I can hardly stop thanking Him for it)

Then my Nana came over in the afternoon and said they were having a healing service at her church that night and she wanted me to come. Of Course! But here is the really cool part. My other grandma came down from New Jersey with my Dad to come with me to hear my results. So, both my grandmas were with me at the healing service. They were both praying for me. What an honor! My grandmas are godly women and have been for a very long time. They have been praying for me daily since they found out my mom was pregnant. Talk about a spiritual heritage! Now you can see where my faith has developed. I have a long family history on which to look back and draw from. God has never once failed my family and He has blessed all of us so much.

Anyway, I was so excited to have them both lay their hands on me and pray pray pray. The pastor also anointed me with oil and prayed. It was a great time with the Lord.  I was anointed and prayed for both morning and evening so I consider it a double blessing, a double portion of God's grace.

The other cool, sort of Twilight Zone thing that happened was that my mom, dad and sister spent the day together at the hospital. Not so uncommon, you say? Well, my parents separated when I was 14 and divorced soon after and both are happily remarried. 

But God has a sense of humor. The four of us, my grandma and my husband, sat in the waiting room and then in the little examining room for three hours. We laughed and talked and, if you can believe it, had a really nice time. I wouldn't want to meet like that every week, but I know God had a reason for doing that and I am thankful He did.

So, even in the midst of problems, God is up to something good. I don't know why He is leading me through this and I may never know until I ask Him face to face. I guess if He wantd me to know He'd tell me. But, I pray that He will continue to hold my hand while I'm walking.

Joyfully,

Elyse