I’ve always known I believed in God, but there were plenty of times when that meant little more than an occasional fervently whispered prayer when I needed something. I’d engage in religious debates with other Christians – Christians much more learnèd and devout – and non-believers alike, but I didn’t know much beyond what I’d learned through years of religious classes. I didn’t really seek to know God.
My faith hasn’t grown deep and true in churches or on prayer kneelers. It’s grown slowly, over the course of the past couple of years, in hospitals and on winding mountain roads.
When cancer struck, I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t understand how or WHY something so terrible could happen to Casey – to us. I was angry and confused and hurt. So I prayed, but I didn’t hear anything. For a long time after that, I was indifferent. I didn’t hate God. I didn’t turn away from Him. He just wasn’t a priority.
Then things got bad – really, really bad.
Visit after visit we received terrible news. The cancer had spread to his brain. The cancer had grown in his lung. The cancer had spread to the other lung. Shingles covered his right leg and the pain was excruciating; he could barely walk. We were defeated. We were lost. We were broken.
We went on vacation – just the two of us – in an attempt to forget, to heal, and to rest. While we were there, we stumbled on a beautiful little chapel. We drove past, in a hurry to play, and forgot about it. We passed it again on our way back. Compelled to enter, even as a vicious storm brewed, we stopped and walked and prayed. Then we called my dad and shared the photos and mostly forgot about it.
The next week, on our way to an appointment, I asked Casey what cancer had done to his faith. He said, “nothing good.” I asked him if he was angry with God and he nodded, nearly in tears. I wanted to comfort him, to whisper, “I gotcha.” But I didn’t think words would help. Anxious and afraid and desolate, neither of us spoke for the rest of the drive.
That day we got our first bit of good news. The radiation had begun to shrink the brain tumors.
Some of the tightness in my chest eased and I felt a glow of warmth I could barely begin to understand. Though of course I knew this meant the medicine was finally working, I didn’t think it was a coincidence that it was this particular medicine or this particular time.
A few weeks later, a friend from my dad’s church, moved by dad’s prayers during rosary, shared his own experiences with cancer. He gave my dad a bottle of holy water and a container of holy dirt and asked him to give them to us. We could sprinkle it on Casey, blend it as a smoothie, leave it on our mantle, pray over it. It was ours to use as we pleased, but he gave it to us to use in good faith. We accepted gratefully.
Both sat on our mantle for over a week as we thought about it. We finally made the decision to use them. Zoey and I rubbed the water and dirt on Casey’s chest, leg, and head – everywhere the cancer and pain was worst. Then we bowed our heads and prayed together.
A few weeks later, we got more good news. The tumor in his right lung was gone. The tumors in his left were shrinking.
We were overjoyed. Casey danced. I laughed. We both cried.
God was everywhere in this. It was like He’d reached out, wrapped His giant, celestial arms around us, and held us. We basked in His warmth and more of the tightness eased. We were finally able to breathe again.
We started talking about going back to church, something we’d done off an on since we’d been together. Church was tricky for us – I was raised Catholic and he’d been raised Lutheran, but what we wanted was a church we felt comfortable attending together. It was a struggle. I felt comfortable in the Catholic Church, but didn’t agree with or believe in all of its teachings. He didn’t feel at home or at peace there. We argued about it, prayed about it, struggled with it. We knew we needed to find a church, needed to raise our daughter knowing God, but we didn’t know how.
On a whim, one Saturday (after yet another church-related argument), we decided to try our friends’ church. I was convinced I wouldn’t like it, wouldn’t feel comfortable, wouldn’t want to return.
I was wrong.
God was everywhere. He was in the people, in the music, in the sermon. He spoke to me.
I thought it was a fluke, but had nothing to lose so we went back the next week.
I was wrong again.
God’s presence was even stronger this time and I knew, I just knew He was speaking to us. I could feel Him pressing on my heart. I felt safe. Loved. Comforted. Peaceful. Joyful.
I felt like I was home.
We went back to the doctor yesterday and heard more good news. The tumors continue to shrink. The medicine continues to work. The cancer is under control.
God is with us.
All this time, He’s been with us. Even when we didn’t listen, didn’t see, didn’t care, He’s been there. He’s just been waiting for us to hear Him saying, “I gotcha.”
Prayers coming your way…. ❤
Love you guys!❤
I sit here reading your words and weeping like a baby. I needed to hear this on so very many levels. Firstly and most importantly, I am over the moon , ecstatic about the good news you are receiving regarding Casey’s health. i may not be able to jump up and down or dance, but I am definitely doing so in my head. Secondly, your dad shared this story with me along with my own holy water and dirt. I’ve had it sitting right in front of me for months. It “sits” on my desktop along with Water from Lourdes and Oil from Padre Pio. Clearly I need to stop letting my faith “sit” and start acting on it. Love you Michelle. Oh and of course love Casey too!~ xo
You have no idea how much joy this gives me! Use the water and dirt! Even if it doesn’t heal miraculously, I believe in its healing powers (body, mind, spirit). I feel so happy right now having read your comment. I love you! I can’t wait to see you in a few weeks. xoxo
Thank you for sharing your witness of faith.
God has given you the beautiful gift of eloquently sharing through words your testimony.
Although we don’t talk or see one another and there are many miles between us, you are all in my thoughts and prayers. So happy for the great news! Love you all!!
Thank you! Needed this read after some recent events.
I’m really glad I could help in any small way! Prayers for y’all.
Tata and I shed some tears while reading your experience with cancer and the help received from almighty God.
Rest assured we pray for Casey to have a complete recovery.
With our love, always,
Tata and Tato
Thank you for your love and prayers! Love you both very much. Besitos, Michi