…and, after a long radio silence, I can happily confirm the boring-ness of my latest MRI scan!  No new tumor growth, and just some normal post-surgical fluid weirdness on the outside (have run it by several doctors, and none of them have any concerns, so I’m good with that).  As my oncologist (cancer doc.) put it, “Boring is good in this office.”

Thanks to all of you who prayed for those results, and haven’t got tired of my drama-queen head and its occasional health tantrums…

A funny thought occurred to me on the drive home…I’ve had a lot of people praying for these non-results each of the past 3-4 times I’ve had these scans done, each of which builds up to that big “….So?  What’d you find out?” moment after each one.  In reality, I’ve only had one scan that ever showed any kind of tumor growth activity, which was followed by a big fat surgery that took out every visible piece of it they could find; what wasn’t visible was hopefully blown out of the water by radiation and chemo. 

So, in theory, if those initial treatments did their job, there shouldn’t even be any cancerous cells to watch for; things should pretty much be back to normal, making a “tumor watch” something like staring out your window for Pres. Obama to walk up and ring the doorbell (a physical possibility, but not very likely).

If we all prayed for healing, and it worked, why do we go through the drama of praying for someone each time they’re going to (hopefully) receive confirmation that what we asked God for in faith, actually happened?

…I stuck on that question for awhile, and might still be a bit.  The best I can come up with is that, every time we’re reminded of our own powerlessness and need to rely on God for that moment’s strength and provision, then we’re put in a position of having to understand the nature of this whole “God and Us” thing.  We don’t make the rules; we don’t know the outcomes; we don’t have the ability to make our “good thoughts” change things (unless you’re some kind of comic book hero, perhaps). 

What I’m driving at is, perhaps, the whole point of needing to have our faith tested is to merely have our faith tested, so that the next time we have our faith tested, it’ll have already passed through some tests, and we’ll be able to trust God with more and more of our lives, something that brings us closer to Him in general, and keeps us more and more in the loop of what He actually wants us to be doing down here (rather than what we’d like to do, which is usually control things and worry about things out of our control).

(how’s that for a run-on sentence?)