“Are you all set for your move to Chicago?” I heard Jessica* ask. She’s one of the hair stylists at the salon I go to. Her station is just on the other side of a partition from where my stylist Anna* works.
As I settled into Anna’s chair last Wednesday morning, I readily heard the conversation between Jessica and her client.
“Yes, we found the perfect house,” the woman was saying. “There are just two bedrooms, but…”
I knew that voice.
In late December my hair appointment had overlapped with the same client. That day she had expressed concern because none of the properties shown on realtor websites were fitting her and her husband’s criteria. She feared there would be no suitable homes to tour during their house hunt set for mid-February.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do,” she confided. “I hate to think of moving into a rental and then moving again later.”
It seemed fitting to share our house-search experience.
“Excuse me,” I interrupted while peeking around the partition. “I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation and just wanted to tell you the same thing happened to us before we moved here three and a half years ago. We discovered that if the perfect house becomes available too soon, it’s likely to be sold by the time you’re able to visit the area and view homes.
“Our perfect house came on the market just two weeks before we flew up here from Florida to house-hunt. The same will happen for you, I’m sure of it!”
She thanked me warmly, appreciative of the voice-of experience offering reassurance.
And now, at the end of March, I was quite certain that same woman (whom I had not seen since December) was in Jessica’s chair again, sharing the next chapter of her story.
I peeked around the partition just as I had before. Instantly we recognized each other.
“You found the perfect house! Awesome!” I cried.
“Just like you said, “ she replied. “It came on the market a couple of weeks before our trip to Chicago.”
It wasn’t long before the two of us sported our coloring-chemicals and sat together so I could hear about her house. We chatted away like old friends.
A couple of times Diane* mentioned her husband’s illness but gave no specifics; I didn’t press for details. Later in the conversation it seemed appropriate to share Steve’s recent diagnosis of liver cancer. (You can read a short explanation at the end of last week’s post, “Haven of Peace.”)
“I don’t always talk about the details of my Ken’s* illness,” Diane confided, “but you need to know.” She paused. “Ken was diagnosed with brain cancer two years ago. The doctors only gave him twelve to fifteen months to live after the surgery, but it’s been two years and he’s still here!”
And together we praised God for his goodness.
I left the salon last Wednesday with my heart greatly uplifted. Ordinarily I would have sat at Anna’s station and read magazines or the book I always bring along.
But God is El Roi, the God Who Sees (Genesis 16:13). He saw my need for companionship that day.
He is Jehovah Jireh, the Lord Will Provide (Genesis 22:14). He provided Diane to be his voice of encouragement, hope, and joy.
He is El Shaddai, God Almighty (Psalm 91:1). He rules over all—every situation, every difficulty, every illness—even cancer. Sometimes he ordains miracles. Diane’s husband and countless others are living proof.
He is Yahweh Nissi, The Lord Our Banner (Exodus 17:15-16). He goes into the battle before us, leading the way toward victory in all circumstances—a victory of faith in the face of trouble (1 John 5:4).
He is Yahweh Rapha, The Lord Who Heals (Psalm 103:2-3). And if the healing is not realized on earth, it is guaranteed in heaven (Revelation 21:4).
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We praise you, O God,
for your knowledge that comforts,
your provision that reassures,
your power that enables,
your leadership that guides,
your healing that perfects.
You alone are the wellspring
of all that we need.
May we trust in you
with unwavering confidence
and rest in your transcendent peace.
*Names changed.
(Photo credits: http://www.minot.af.mil (Cassandra Jones, photographer); http://www.dailyverses.net.
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