Footprints in the Sand
Cannon Beach, Oregon
I have been praying for what most would consider the impossible. Praying for a little boy who is lost... to be found. And praying for a little boy who was expected to die last week... to live.
Often I am asked if I still think Kyron Horman is alive. After two months, most would assume the worst. I can't. Because if I think of him as dead... then I quit praying for him. For his safe return. For those involved in all of this to draw closer to Jesus and to know Him as their Savior. And I wonder what is the benefit in me thinking he is dead? It doesn't change my day-to-day. Although I could clean up the loose edges and take his missing poster off my blog... But honestly, if it was my child... I would want you to keep praying.
And then there is John. He has been in the hospital dying for the last year and a half. He is fourteen years old now. He is in pain and... frankly tired of living. Leukemia... well, that was just the start. And sometimes I think it would be more kind of me to pray for him to be taken to heaven. But I don't. I pray for the Lord's will to be done. And two weeks ago when I found out that he would be taken off all medications and machines because he just wasn't going to make it... well, we thought... he hasn't died yet, so why not pray for a miracle. And we did. Because we know God is in the miracle business.
And I got a phone call earlier this week... the doctors think John is going to make it. And my fickle heart thought... for how long? And then I felt a prompting in my spirit... How long did you ask for, Sheri?
What did I pray? Did I pray for a miracle that John would be healed... permanently? And what would that look like? Would that mean he would never die? And what if he only lived another year? Wouldn't that still be sufficient of a miracle?
And I wondered if I should make my prayers more specific.
But ultimately, I realized that God did answer my prayer. He has done the impossible. A boy who was destined to die... did not. And for how long? Well, that is in the Lord's hands. But as long as he is alive I will keep praying.
As long as they are alive I will keep praying.
Psalm 139:2-16 The Message
You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say
before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there,
then up ahead and you're there, too—
your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful—
I can't take it all in!
Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute—
you're already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.