My sister Christi really scared me a few months ago. She went to the hospital thinking she had a bad case of the flu and narrowly avoided the intensive care unit by about two points on the blood pressure cuff. A large kidney stone had produced a massive infection that spread throughout her body and threatened her life.
Of course, I love my sister. I love her dearly… even when she makes me nuts. But when faced with the fragility of her life, and the pain and fear that came in waves, I found myself somewhere new.
When she was weak, I had to be strong. I’m a fairly strong woman but I had to go to another level; there was absolutely no choice.
That’s what you do for people you love. When they are in the fight of their life, you don armor and pick up your sword. You pray God’s Word over them. The doctors and nurses used the weapons of their warfare, and I used mine. It was war.
Christi is the healed of the Lord. (Psalm 103:3)
She is His beloved child and He gives her rest. (Psalm 127:2)
Greater is He Who is in her than he that is in the world. (1 John 4:4)
Christi is more than a conqueror through Christ Jesus. (Romans 8:37)
And then you open the valve of Holy Spirit peace and let it flow… drowning out beeps and needle pokes and scary numbers. That’s how we win. No matter the battle, the Word of God and the Holy Spirit make us win.
Christi is well and whole, and my faith is stronger for it.