While I was in the airport waiting to come back from Pasadena, I read the following verses:

O LORD, be gracious to us; we long for you.
Be our strength every morning, our salvation in time of distress.
(Isaiah 33:2)

and

The desert and the parched land will be glad;
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;
it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
they will see the glory of the LORD,
the splendor of our God.

Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
say to those with fearful hearts,
‘Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come,
he will come with vengeance;
with divine retribution
he will come to save you.’

Then will the eyes of the blind be opened
and the ears of the deaf unstopped.

Then will the lame leap like a deer,
and the mute tongue shout for joy.
Water will gush forth in the wilderness
and streams in the desert.

The burning sand will become a pool,
the thirsty ground bubbling springs.
In the haunts where jackals once lay,
grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.

And a highway will be there;
it will be called the Way of Holiness.
The unclean will not journey on it;
it will be for those who walk in that Way;
wicked fools will not go about on it. [h]

No lion will be there,
nor will any ferocious beast get up on it;
they will not be found there.
But only the redeemed will walk there,

and the ransomed of the LORD will return.
They will enter Zion with singing;
everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy will overtake them,
and sorrow and sighing will flee away.
(Isaiah 35)

We wait for complete healing and hope for the promise of eternity.

Last night my mom smelled soil. Neither my dad nor I smelled it, and since my mom loves to garden, we knew that it had to have been a gift to my mom. She smelled “fresh air and soil.” I told her it was Jesus’ gift to remind He is still here and that He wants to allow her to be back with her garden at home.

As we prayed over my mom last night as a family, we prayed for complete healing. We even asked for a tangible sign from God that she would be able to see the healing now. About an hour later my dad and I were getting ready to leave, when we looked at my mom’s legs. They looked the least puffy I have seen them since she got sick. The edema was lessening, and she hadn’t even had dialysis in a a couple days. It was an amazing sign to see that God is working.

We pray that God is healing my mom momment by moment; we pray that her stem cells are producing healthy bone marrow that is amyloid-free; and we pray that very soon her kidneys will begin to wake up and function as they should. We pray that soon she will feel freedom in her body with no more sickness.

I was reminded on the plane that Jesus healed people by just a touch. He would speak the word, or place his hands, even a touch of his cloak brought forth healing. We long to touch the hem of His cloak. To fight the crowds because we believe that if we can just touch the Messiah, my mom will be healed.

We wait in great hope, faith, and expectation that God will demonstrate that He is the Ultimate Healer.