Don't be afraid, only believe.
'While Jesus was still speaking, someone came from the house of Jairus, the synagogue leader. “Your daughter is dead," he said.“Don’t bother the teacher anymore.”Hearing this, Jesus said to Jairus, “Don’t be afraid; just believe, and she will be healed.”When he arrived at the house of Jairus, he did not let anyone go in with him except Peter, John and James, and the child’s father and mother. Meanwhile, all the people were wailing and mourning for her. “Stop wailing,”Jesus said. “She is not dead but asleep.”They laughed at him, knowing that she was dead. But he took her by the hand and said, “My child, get up!”Her spirit returned, and at once she stood up. Then Jesus told them to give her something to eat. Her parents were astonished, but he ordered them not to tell anyone what had happened.'
Luke 8:49-56 (emphasis added)
I was reading this the other day and I remember just pausing to take it in - blown away at who Jesus is.
Today, Mikael's and my birthday, Mikael has taken a negative turn. Now, I don't know all the details as I am still at home getting ready to leave, but I do know, it doesn't look good.
My heart is heavy, I will be honest when saying that. But I'm turning to this passage - specifically the part don't be afraid; just believe.
This passage of scripture is just another reinforcement that Jesus has the final word. Here we have someone who was declared dead, a seemingly hopeless situation.
And I know this was over 2,000 years ago and that it was Jesus himself who was there to raise the girl from the dead - but needless to say - Jesus reigns today.
He sent His Holy Spirit to draw us closer to Him; closer to the Father. Not only that, but the same spirit that rose Christ from the dead now lives in us.
In short form - the hope, the power, the love that was present when Jesus walked the earth is still relevant today.
His word is final. This was something I thought I believed but has been completely revealed in a new way through this journey. Jesus encountered me in a beautiful way just a few days after Mike's diagnosis and reminded me of this truth.
There I was with all my wonderings and my fears and with all love and peace He simply said, "my word is final."
It's as if He spoke to the storm in my heart and at the sound of His voice, the winds stopped and the waves settled.
Today find me residing on that promise. Even with the weight of heaviness lingering, I will still take courage in knowing Jesus has the final word.
My Father is a good Father. He holds Mikael in the palm of His hands. As Mikael fights for his life, God is with Him. I believe He's there whispering His love for Mikael in his ear, right now.
So, my dear brother, we are all here for you, cheering you on; believing and hoping for the best, all the while taking rest in the Father's love.
We're fighting with you and for you.
Jesus is here, He is fighting - He has already won.