God Speaks through You by Tracy Morrisey
I’d received the dreaded call to return for a
second mammogram. It wasn’t the first time
this had happened, but even though things had
always been okay in the past, my heart still raced,
and my anxiety soared.
I hadn’t even heard the doctor’s report yet, but
I was already mentally working through the details
of my surgery, chemo, and radiation. I began
asking God to show me how He could use my
cancer to help someone else, then I prayed for His
strength and peace because I was scared.
Suddenly, as I sat in the lobby, my nervousness
left me. The Lord placed a certainty in my heart
that the report would be negative. Then He
redirected my attention to someone else, a lady
checking in for an appointment.
Several people were with her, and I thought
something must be wrong for her to have brought
so much family support. Just as my curiosity was
aroused, the nurse called my name.
I was taken to a changing area and then another
lobby, where I waited again. As I sat there alone,
I heard someone in a changing room whisper,
“Jesus.” A sigh followed, and I could feel the
anxiety and fear of the woman behind the door.
Moments later, she walked out and sat beside me,
smiling. She was the lady from the waiting room.
She introduced herself as April as another woman
joined us, then the three of us proceeded to sit
and wait.
The silence was deafening. Out of nowhere,
an intense emotion washed over me. My heart
pounded, and I began shaking nervously as a
small, inner voice said, “Pray with her.” I remember
looking up and thinking, now?!
I wanted to be obedient to the Lord, but what
if she didn’t receive my prayer? What if she was
offended? What would I say?
Seconds passed…an eternity. With urgency in
my heart, I blurted out, “The Lord wants me to
pray with you.” I turned toward April, nodded to
the other woman, and we all joined hands.
I don’t remember everything I said, but I know
I asked God to take our anxiety and give us the
peace that only He could give. I opened my eyes
during the prayer and looked directly at April. “No
matter what the outcome,” I said, “God will be with
you through it all.” I didn’t tell her, but I sensed in
my spirit that her results would be positive.
As I said amen, April began to cry. She hugged
me, and as we embraced, she said, “The Lord sent
you to me. You’re my angel.”
I cried too. She told me about the lump in her
breast, and then she told me about her youngest
daughter who had just eloped and run off to
California without the family’s blessing. Her heart
was broken over her daughter, and now she was
facing uncertainty regarding her own health. My
heart ached for her.
We exchanged phone numbers as I was called
back, then I turned and repeated something my
pastor had recently said. “For a sword to be strong
and durable, it is placed into intense heat many
times. It’s beaten and banged on repeatedly.
Sometimes in life, we’re going to go through fires
and intense struggles, but that’s how God makes
us strong…strong in Him.”
To be honest, I don’t remember saying that.
But April’s mother later told me how these words
about the sword had confirmed to them that I
had been sent by the Lord. They had just heard
a similar message from their own pastor. “I knew
my prayers had been answered,” she said, “when
April told me you mentioned a sword.”
With a confused look on my face, I said, “What
are you talking about?”
April interjected, “Don’t you remember telling
me about the sword?”
She went on to tell me what I’d said, and it
matched exactly what my pastor had preached, so
I knew I had to have said it.
As I wrestled with the inability to remember,
her mother said, “Tracy, you don’t remember
saying it because it wasn’t you speaking. It was
God. You were sent by God that day to be an
encouragement to my daughter. You were an
answer to our prayers.”
We were all in tears at that point.
April’s results were positive. She’s now
undergone surgery and radiation. She is doing
great, and we keep in touch. Every time we talk,
she tells me I’m her angel. The peace she has can
only be explained as a work of God.
Looking back, I know I didn’t want to pray that
day. I wanted to ignore everything I felt. It would
have been so easy to just walk away. But praise
God, I didn’t. God wanted to speak to His child,
April. She needed encouragement and hope. How
amazing that God would use me to help her!
There are people all around you who need
hope. And guess what? The Lord wants to use you
to give it to them. When God speaks, miraculous
things happen. Don’t miss the chance to be a
part of that. It might mean stepping out of your
comfort zone, but it will be worth it.
There are people
all around you who need
hope. And guess what?
The Lord wants to use you
to give it to them.
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