With his hand poised, the doctor jammed the needle toward her bone. When he couldn’t penetrate it, another doctor forced the long spike through skin, muscle and bone. He succeeded in withdrawing bone marrow for the biopsy.
When the oncologist announced the need for another bone marrow biopsy, my family wondered why. With leukemia, diabetes, arthritis and other issues, my mom had been through so many tests and pain. She had been told previously that she would never have to endure another one. What happened?
The doctor explained that he couldn’t determine why her condition had worsened and the medications weren’t helping. He hoped the biopsy would give clues.
I was concerned about the pain of the upcoming test. Since Alan and I would be out of the country with no internet access, we wouldn’t know how it went until we got home.
I couldn’t be there but knew that God would be. I prayed that the test would go well and that she wouldn’t have intense pain. Over and over I prayed.
After the ship pulled in, I called. “How was your biopsy?”
“My doctor couldn’t get the needle into my bone. Another doctor had to do it,” she answered.
She continued as my mind filled with horrible scenes of terrible pain from the probing needles.
“They kept numbing it and I didn’t even have a tear.”
I was amazed. Her previous tests brought overpowering pain and tears. God answered the prayers. Miraculous.
Reflecting on the answer, I realized that my prayers are often too general. Be with so and so. Heal them. Watch over them. Give peace.
A specific prayer for reduced pain was answered. What a blessing for my already weak mother.
God listens to all requests both big and small. We pray and God determines the answers.
John 14: 13 And whatever you ask in My name, that I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
Dear Father, thank you for answered prayers. You are the one who determines what we need. Amen
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