It was happening again.
For the third time within a month, my friend Sandy was having excruciating stomach pain, an indicator of another pancreatitis attack.
She thought she could drive herself to the ER, but wasn’t sure.
I didn’t want her to find out. I drove her to the hospital Friday myself.
She was weak. She was tired. She was down.
There are times when life hits us with one punch too many. Sandy had been taking hit after hit.
After seeing an ER doctor, she was admitted to the hospital (again, the third time within a month).
So she couldn’t be with our church yesterday for corporate worship.
I wished she could have been with us as we sang together:
Sickness can’t stay any longer
Your perfect love is casting out fear
You are the God of all power
And it is Your will that my life is healed
Then our worship leader paused midstream. He asked us to shift our focus. Instead of praying and singing for our ourselves, let’s do it for a family member, for a coworker, for a friend.
I sang for Sandy, worshiping our Father and trusting for healing on every level on her behalf.
As her hope fades, I am holding hope for her.
As she prays, I join my prayers with hers.
And when she can’t be with us to worship together in person, I can offer worship in her stead.
I know she’d do the same for me. God places us in community for such times as these. To be placeholders for hope, for prayer, for worship.
- We see fresh futures for those who are trapped in unsatisfying pasts.
- We believe in God’s goodness for those who have become discouraged.
- We anticipate grace for those who’ve forgotten there’s a new supply every morning.
I trust my friend will return. We won’t have to hold her place for long.
But until she does, may we stand strong in her absence.
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Has anyone ever held your place in line, physically or spiritually? Please share in the comments.
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