Hard News & Childlike Faith
Wednesday I made a phone call to a friend from Aletheia, asking if she and her daughter would continue to pray for me.
My two year old friend Sarah Grace hopes to one day be a ballerina, and I know she will be a great one at that. When I go over to her house to play, she puts on her pink slippers and princess dress and twirls around the living room joyfully, watching her reflection in the glow of the oven window. She loves to sing and dance to my song Find Rest, which never ceases to bring a smile to my face.
Next to my dad, Sarah Grace is probably the one who has been most dedicated to praying over me and the healing of my vocal chords. When I had to stop watching her on Thursday evenings due to not being able to speak, her mother Mary told me, “I explained to Sarah Grace that you had a boo-boo on your throat, and we pray that Jesus will heal you and make it all better.”
A few weeks ago I was at Aletheia for band practice - the first week I was able to start singing again. As we were running through Find Rest, I saw a little face peek through the double doors. Sarah Grace stood there (having escaped from the mommy-bible study babysitters), jumping up and down with excitement. When I talked to her mother afterwards she explained that Sarah Grace had said, “Mommy, Annie’s singing! Her boo-boo is all better!” Mary said Sarah had been praying for me every day.
Seeing her abundant joy over God’s answer to her prayers was so encouraging to me. This little girl is not even three years old, and she trusts that Jesus is in control, that He is good, and that He will answer us when we cry out to Him. “And I want to believe like that…”
Two days ago, just three weeks after I began singing again, I returned to the ENT. I made the appointment because I had been struggling a lot with my voice and throat the previous week. Praying for the best, but honestly knowing what I expected to hear, I returned to get my throat re-scoped. Sure enough, my nodules were back - two of them, protruding from my vocal chords, I could see them on the screen, clear as day. And nowwww, back to square one.
“Really God, REALLY?!” Was all I felt like saying to Him. I just didn’t understand - going through 2 months without speaking was one of the hardest things I think I’ve had to wait through and now I’m right back to where I started. Not only that, but why did he seem to continually lay everything on me at once? This news being added on top of an unhopeful family diagnosis, struggles through a hurtful heart situation, and threats concerning my safety (no worries, I am okay, but it does shake you up quite a bit). Just the day before I had been crying to my parents on the phone in the middle of Food Lion, because I was scared of what had and what might have happened.
Yet through all of this, I am reminded of little Sarah Grace, jumping up and down with joy, having put her trust in Christ. She was faithful to make her requests known to God, and faithfully believed that He would answer them. In the hard moments of this past week, I thought of this image and was encouraged to keep trusting, keep praying, and waiting - even though I didn’t understand - in His perfect timing.

