Trust Training

The idea of getting a second opinion is pin-balling around our insides. No doubt we are recoiling against the oncologist’s immovable prognosis. And yet.

We trust God’s leadership in landing us at that hospital at that time with that team and this oncology assignment. And the idea of “taking medical matters into our own hands” and jumping off the moving train is heavy and peace-less. And yet.

We believe the Lord’s report — anything is possible since He’s already derailed the disease. We remain open to our Helper and Guide. Listening, trusting (well, I’m in trust training.) Maleable, tender.

We received a few—and I mean, literally, three—confirmations to stay put with the oncology doctor inside of the last 24 hours. And yet.

Getting a holistic consult scheduled with a recommended local clinic. Beginning peptides and seeking more insight to help Jason’s body heal, in partnership with traditional meds.

To surrender outcomes while also declaring a prayer of faith is a bit of an aerobic exercise. Not to mention relaxing into the help-at-hand while also activating wisdom.

Seeking peace in that—declaring with confidence while letting go of needing to muscle out the result.

If I put enough faith tokens in, will I get a treat?

Did I mention I’m in trust training?