The cancer had lingered so long.  We had prayed for healing, but the cancer recurred.  We prayed for healing.  Hospice was called in.  We prayed for God to be present and for healing.  Family members said these words: I love you and Good-bye.  We prayed for healing.  And light filled the room, the struggling breath crescendoed into a rattle and then eased, one more sudden breath and then release.  Life ended in death.  There was no cure, yet God had answered prayers for healing.  A window had torn open between heaven and earth, and in that moment of transition from life to death to eternal life, we saw the glory of God and were touched by divine beauty.

How do I give God the glory with such evidence of death?  Healing does not always mean curing.  I believe there is an ultimate healing for individuals and for society; Jesus called this the Kingdom of God.

My faith in God does not rely on miracles of healing performed in my presence.  I hold fast to hope knowing that God heals so many of us day by day.  God heals when transforming my anxiety into hope and my negativity into gratitude.  God heals when I remember to pray not sometimes but every single day.  God heals throughout my life as I realize that tomorrow I will have more faith than yesterday because God is present with me today.