It was a very special night for them, for the halftime show was to feature the young girls who’d attended cheerleading camp. For one night, they were going to live the dream, performing on the NorthWood basketball court with real NorthWood cheerleaders.
We left our worries behind us on that waiting room floor. But we also left behind a room full of families who would not leave with such good news. Families whose lives were consumed with appointments and tests and bills that won’t stop coming. So many mommies and daddies. So many whys. I cannot explain why God does what He does; why He chooses to heal one and not the other. It’s beyond my understanding. What I do know is this: He knows our frame. He remembers that we are dust. He knows, my friend, that it’s hard to be us. I know this, too, that Jesus intercedes for us and that this world’s pain and suffering is only temporary. There is coming a day when the blind will see; when all diseased hearts shall pump strong; and crippled legs shall leap, straight and true, to lead the heavens in a never-ending song of praise. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.