I wrote about a patient and her husband I met while Teresa was being treated at Barnes Jewish Hospital in St. Louis.

Whenever I pray for someone, especially when out of town, I walk away leaving the results between the person and God. I never expect to see or hear from them again. Well …

My son texted me about two weeks ago asking me for our address. I didn’t think too much about it since our grandson’s graduation was coming up. I just assumed it had something to do with that. I was wrong. He said one of the people I prayed for in St. Louis wanted my address and phone number, and that the prayers made them feel better.  I was shocked someone looked up my son, especially when I don’t get to know that much about most people. I figured out who Justin was talking about, so naturally, when I heard she was better, I was hoping the person’s cancer was responding well to treatment.

Last Sunday at church, my son told me another person close to the family told him the lady had passed away. Of course, I was surprised, especially since I was under the assumption she was physically getting better. It wasn’t physical healing that came, it was emotional and spiritual healing. The friend of the family said after she and her husband were baptized, she felt so much better … she left the earth in peace.

I didn’t know these people, but I’m saddened that she physically didn’t make it, yet, I’m happy she made it to the right side … eternal life with God in heaven.

It can always be worse from a Christian perspective. Since most of us care about the souls of people, we are fully aware some don’t and won’t draw near to God. Some emphatically reject God, mocking those of us who believe in Him, refusing to believe in an eternal destination once one takes their last breath.

It can always be worse from a Christian perspective … she could still be in physical agony in her body. By faith, she is now completely whole with a glorified body.

It can always be worse. Yes, yes it definitely can. 

We don’t like what Teresa is going through, but it can always be worse.

I met a sweet little family from Missouri while sleeping in the waiting room at Siteman Cancer Institute the first time we were there in March. We shared with each other what was going on with our family members going through cancer.

Their father had worked up through two weeks prior to admitting himself to the hospital. Sadly, when he got bad, things went bad fast. The family had been there two nights, then the final moments began. During those last hours of his life, I asked the family if anyone had been into pray with them. No one had, so I was honored to pray with them and their father. I gave some of them a hug as I left so they could spend their final moments with their loved one.

Whether a death is expected or not, I’ve never seen a loss that was an easy one. I’m thankful my circle of life contains those who know how to love and forgive. I’m thankful this family believed in God, and they knew that someday they would see their father again by faith.

I had fallen asleep in the waiting room, and roused up when I heard some of them come in. Their father had passed, and naturally, there were tears. I told them I was so sorry. Some of them left to go home and I fell back to sleep. When I awoke the next morning, the family members I had hit it off with left me a thank you note, a promise to take me to Lambert’s Home of the Throwed Rolls if I came their direction. They also left me their partial box of chocolate mint Girl Scout cookies 🙂 !

They were definitely sad to see their father and grandfather go, but they knew he had God in his life, they knew where he was going, and they knew by faith they would see him again someday!

Yes, it can always be worse!