I am a Mary...and maybe a Thomas

I called the trusted nurses line on Friday to ask for my blood test results. She didn't have them. She said they should be in on Monday.

So...the wait continues.

Friday night, Regan and I went to our churches Good Friday Service. The Pastor's prayer for those in attendance was that we would linger in the significance of what took place on that Friday so long ago. When you really think about what happened, there is such reason to rejoice come Sunday morning.

The tears started to well in my eyes pretty much as soon as our Pastor started preaching on Easter Sunday. The sermon was on 3 different people that Jesus appeared to when he arose from the dead. The first was Mary Magdalene. Mary, a previously demon possessed prostitute, was the one who sat at Jesus feet and frantically searched for him when she found the tomb empty on that Easter morning.

I am a Mary...

Clinging ever so tightly to Christ for fear that He has left and forgotten me. And in the silence, or what seem to be unanswered prayers...I get frantic. His response to Mary was not to hold on to Him, for He was going to prepare a much better place. He was going to be with our God, yet He would never leave us. He met her where she was and promised she would not be left alone.

The second person that was preached on was Thomas...doubting Thomas. It was really challenging to hear and identify with someone who had seen the miracles, sat under the teaching of the Lord himself, yet had to touch His open wounds to believe that He was the risen God. I would love to say that it wouldn't be me...yet, the doubt that I have about God being in control of this fertility journey is enough to remind me that I am no better than doubting Thomas himself.

Lastly, the third person in the sermon was Peter...

Basically, the general message was that Jesus met each of these where they were. He didn't condemn them for their present state, He just met them in their messiness and promised a better way.

My summary doesn't really do justice, so if you want to listen to the sermon, you can hear it here: http://www.midtownfellowship.org/#/media. I promise, it won't disappoint.

As I am forced to await the answers from the blood test, I am reminded that God is meeting me right where I am. He has not forsaken or forgotten me and the results, though I don't know them, He does.

Patiently Praying to a Risen Lord-

Much Love-
Al