One day a few years ago, when I realized that my hair was falling out from chemotherapy treatment, I leaned against a wall and sobbed, “This is too much.” In the silence I heard, “Where does my strength come from?” and I heard myself answer, “From the Lord . . . but this is too much!”
The Lord did not make my hair grow back or remove the lupus from my DNA, but the Lord heard my prayer and rescued me. How does the Lord rescue someone from sickness when the sickness may still remain? I mean that the Lord changed my faith during my sickness, and gave me a new faith for my time of need. The Lord sent me friends and family who did all they could. The Lord sent laughter, that uncontrollable spasm of air and noise that heals and cures so many intangible things.