LUCKY LADY

The Tuesday Girls have been meeting for twenty-five plus years for lunch, prayer, Bible study, sharing of stories and laughter. We formerly met every week on Thursdays but changed to Tuesdays a few years ago. We have thousands and thousands of testimonies of answered prayers, many of which astound other people, as well as us.
My favorite testimony relates to guess who? Me. Of course it would be my favorite, because it happened to me at a very fearful time in my life. I had been diagnosed with breast cancer, which was scary, but I had been healed of breast cancer before and I knew that I would be healed again because I had had a dream relating to it that gave me the assurance of being healed. However, I also had received notice from my doctor that there was a tumor in my lung.
Now, that was really scary because that meant that the cancer in my right breast had metastasized into my right lung. That news threw me for a loop. The breast cancer I knew could be defeated, but two areas of cancer in my body shook my confidence in God.
After a trip to Houston to confer with specialists there, I came back home to have a breast biopsy, later a lumpectomy, also thoracic surgery to remove the tumor in the lung and then radiation and possibly chemotherapy. That was a lot to swallow. But, I did have the prior dream that I would be emerge healthy. The thought kept coming to my mind that I wondered how God was going to heal me this time, yet fear was always present. I knew the healing would be different from the last time.
One day while waiting for the day of the lung surgery to arrive I was visited by one of the Tuesday Girls. Marcia came to bring a meal to my husband and me. When I let her in the door she saw the fear and concern on my face, I'm sure evidenced by my eyes which were swollen and red from crying. I was the teacher of the Tuesday Girls. I was supposed to be strong. She was shocked by the fear I was displaying on my countenance, so she just very simply just put her arms around me and said, "Father, give Tommye peace."
Neither Marcia nor I were prepared for the immediate results from that prayer. In the matter of a split second I began to laugh uncontrollably from the depths of my being. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. It was catching, I guess, because Marcia also began to laugh. There was nothing to laugh about, but we could not stop. I remember leaning against the wall in the entryway so that I wouldn't fall down laughing. That rare episode went on for at least fifteen minutes with both of us laughing in what I now know is holy laughter brought from God to chase away fear, dread, doom, and any other afflicting thoughts. When we forced ourselves to at least slow down the laughter Marcia delivered the meal into the kitchen, then left on another errand. I continued to laugh for hours no matter where I went in the house.
When my husband Steve came home, I could hardly tell him about the peculiar day I had had because every time I started to comment on it I started roaring with laughter again.
Finally when nighttime came I was able to eat and sleep without laughing, but the next day and for many days after that glorious day every time I passed the place in the hall where Marcia had prayed for me, I began deep belly laughing again. It was wonderful. The fear and the dread and the concern and the doom were still gone. I know now that the laughter was coming from my spirit because my spirit knew that God had immediately healed me and the way to affirm the healing was for me to be overcome with joy.
Marcia was the beautiful vessel that God chose to deliver healing to me. I will be eternally grateful to her for her obedience. I think she just meant to deliver a meal, but she ended up delivering much more. She delivered healing to my body.
Later on, while still waiting for the appointed day of the lung surgery Cathi, another Tuesday Girl, called me on the phone and told me that God had told her to tell me that not a bone would be broken. I was thankful that Cathi heard that from God, but frankly I wasn't concerned about my bones. I was concerned about two tumors, one in the right breast and one in the right lung. I graciously thanked Cathi for that message, puzzled about the bone reference.
After the lung surgery the surgeon told me that I was a very lucky lady. He exclaimed that my ribs were so flexible that he was able to merely move them out of the way when he removed the tumor from the lung. He said that he usually has to break a person's ribs to remove a tumor growing at the location of the one in my lung. His comment was that when he has to break the ribs of a person that they usually have pain in their rib area for the rest of their lives but that I wouldn't have to suffer any pain because he did not have to break any of my ribs. The additional good news was that the tumor now was benign, confirming my dream.
The mystery was solved. Cathi had prophesied to me the outcome of the lung surgery, that I would emerge with no broken bones.
Every one of the Tuesday Girls prayed passionately for me during that precarious time in my life. We have shared so much together, food, laughter, tears, prayers and deep, deep love.
What a lucky lady I am. L-U-C-K means living under Christ's kindness and I am one Lucky Lady.