You all may remember me talking about Cheyenne and how her mother, Ms. Nancy, was battling lung cancer.
Last night, Ms. Nancy went home to be with Jesus. My heart is broken for the entire family. There is nothing like losing a parent, especially one that is loved so much.
My kids say their prayers every night before bed. In those prayers, they always make sure to pray for those in our church who are hurting: Ms. Nancy, Cheyenne, Ms. Revonda, Little Tom…. the list goes on and on. They never forget anyone, and they always ask Jesus to be with them.
Last night, before they prayed, I told them that instead of praying for Ms. Nancy, we would need to pray for everyone in Ms. Nancy’s family. We had a long conversation about where Ms. Nancy was now, and why her family was hurting. The kids handled the news well, and each of them prayed for the family members, calling everyone that they could remember by name.
After they were done praying, Jace asked me, “Mama, why didn’t Jesus make Ms. Nancy get better? He made Ms. Betty get better when we prayed for her.”
I started to cry. I remember asking God that same thing when it was my Daddy that was gone.
I explained to Jace that sometimes God has to do things that we don’t understand. Sometimes those things hurt, but God is always with us when we’re hurting. I told him that God needed Ms. Nancy in heaven, and that those who know Jesus will get to see her again one day.
He seemed satisfied with that answer, but then he asked me, “Is God going to take you away from us like he took Cheyenne’s Mommy from her?”
Man. How do you answer that? I told him that I don’t know. I can’t tell him what God’s plan is for our lives, but I know that we need to trust Him in everything.
I don’t know that Jace really understands, but I am going to do everything in my power to make sure he knows how much God loves all of us.
And to Cheyenne, Tracy, Tara, Chris, Robbie, Wayne, and to everyone else touched and loved by Ms. Nancy, just hold fast. God is good. He loves you, and he will never forsake you. You’re allowed to hurt. You’re allowed to cry. I pray that God will give you the strength that only he can give.
To my readers, please keep this family in your prayers. I know they can certainly use them.