*If you ever read anything I've written or will write, I pray this post is it.
Last week a little 7 year old boy named Judah had a dream of his mother walking with him, hand in hand, in Heaven. Mid-way through their walk the little boy realized he was no longer strolling with his mother. Instead, he was watching his mommy walk with God.
And let me tell you about this God walking with Judah's mommy. He is real. He is on time. He is good. He is mine.
Seven months ago Judah Reeves' mother, Ramey, was diagnosed with brain cancer. In March and May she had surgeries to remove the tumor attacking her right hemisphere. Ramey fought hard and had the most unbelievable faith that God would heal & restore her health. I've rarely seen such true & honest belief in our Lord. Ramey lived faith with every breath.
Today at 12:42 pm, eastern time, God healed Ramey Reeves. Instantly following her final breath Ramey was in His presence, healthy, healed, and whole. This, my friends, is what Love looks like. This is what true beauty encompasses. This is true Christianity. It's not religion. It's not judging...it's not finger-pointing...it's not exalting oneself. It's not haughty, arrogant, prideful or rude. It's not Baptist or Methodist or Catholic. It's not Democratic or Republican. It's Christ--His Name is all over Christianity. It is Love with a capital "L." It protects, hopes, trusts, and perseveres. And it never fails. Not for one second.
Early this morning I received a call from a close friend wanting me to know that Ramey was nearing the end of her time on earth. I stepped into the shower and had a good, long talk with God. I cried. I laughed. I prayed. I sang praises. And then I had a good, long listen to God. It goes both ways, folks.
Sitting down at Miss Pretty Pink a few minutes later I learned some precious, precious news. A fellow bloggy buddy announced her pregnancy today. Very happily I rejoiced with her. God knew her news was what I needed this morning. He's good like that.
A few hours later I learned of Ramey's ultimate healing. I was, in turns, both relived and sorrowed. My heart cried, "But Lord, what about Judah? He's just 7! What about John? His beloved soulmate is no longer with him here on earth." And my soul cried, "Thank You, God...she is free...she is with You. It's all Your children ever hope for."
Not long after the initial shock of losing Ramey, Mrs. R wrote to ask if I'd seen her most recent post. I hadn't...nor had I done my usual "blog rounds" as of yet. Immediately I clicked over to her site and enjoyed the first bright spot of my afternoon. Again, He's good like that.
Today has been full of tears...raw emotion...joy...laughter...and hope. This is not a typical Lula-ish post, I realize. No tampons, no fried green tomatoes, no vampire shout-outs. But this is me. Love me or leave me...this is me in all my nekkid glory, stripped bare, devoid of any outer shell. For today at least. And I'm thankful.
I'm thankful to serve a God who not only heals and calls His children Home, but also continues to wrap His loving arms around these children He keeps on earth for a little while longer. He has taken care of me today. He gives new life, in the form of rapidly-growing child in the womb of my fellow sister in Him. He allows me to laugh at a friend's 2 minutes of fame in the midst of a figural and literal storm. (Did I mention the monsoon we had this afternoon?) I can't stress how good He is. More than anything, I had to share this with y'all today. I hope you don't mind.
Judah, I do believe your mommy let go of God's hand long enough to do this:
This is what Heaven looks like. Her name is Ramey.