He Called My Name

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I recently detected possible symptoms of cancer in my right breast. The earliest appointment for my annual mammogram isn’t until the 12^th of May. An appointment with my physician isn’t available until the 5^th.

I stood in the master bathroom rubbing my temples, trying to figure out what to do if my cancer had returned. How was I going to manage another mastectomy while living alone, selling my house, and packing for my eventual move? If the house sold, where would I live while I underwent treatments? 

A voice called from the front room. “Marie!”

I answered without thinking. “What?”

Then, I remembered I was alone in the house.

But in case it was one of my neighbors, I hurried to the front room. Of course, there was no one there.

Chills ran up and down my arms. I definitely heard a voice, but that made no sense.

Unable to explain or rationalize the incident, I put it aside — until two scriptures popped up in my FB newsfeed when I opened the app. Jeremiah 29:11 and Ecclesiastes 3:1. Both verses had been in my recent devotions multiple times, and yet I didn’t take them to heart.

Jeremiah 29:11 “For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1: “For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven.”

Although the verses seemed to refer to my current situation, I still didn’t take them as personal promises.

Looking for a distraction, I watched a movie. One of the characters quoted none other than Jeremiah 29:11.

Between my shouted name and the repetitions of the scriptures, I once again gave my concerns to God. My cancer symptoms disappeared. My realtor called with appointments for more showings. A few buyers indicated serious interest. Although, none have made an offer, I’m not worried. At least right now. I’m sure doubts and insecurities will raise their ugly heads again, but I have no doubt God will devise an amazing way to get my attention and reassure me he is still in control of my future.

Dear Lord, thank you for loving me enough to shout at me like the wayward child I am and reassure me I don’t need to fear the future. You are already there. Amen.