It was in a secluded area at Coffee Project that I got an IRL report of what was going on back home.
My sister chocked back tears as she said things that are too heartbreaking to even share here.
Even as I write these words tonight, I feel weak just imagining the battle going on within my family but just as Joshua did, I choose to speak of a good report.
See Numbers 13 The twelve spies.
I choose to see that if God wants to make a miracle, He will make it happen.
I choose to go before God and ask for complete healing for my lola and comfort over my entire family.
I choose to believe that He is able to provide for her needs and bring about victory in this situation.
Fighting cancer is hard. Being away from it all doesn’t give justice to what a cancer patient experiences or what someone of closer proximity sees or feels.
I am just a granddaughter who in the past months watches from afar. But this is my version of the story. And it hurts just as bad.
I have one good report though.
Tonight, as I shared a queen sized hotel bed with my sister, in the stillness of the night, we held hands as the darkness enveloped us. We prayed for Lola’s complete recovery, for covering of protection and for the breaking of chains against sin and sickness.
Tonight, a battle was fought in the spiritual realm.
Tonight, a declaration was made. That
No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and this is their vindication
Tonight, He won.