And my daughter rocked me with a few simple words.
As she spoke, unknowingly saying words wise beyond her years,
I simply sat and let the words penetrate my heart and my spirit.
Then I prayed to have the same reaction and responses.
Here was our conversation:
A: "Mom, there is a car with a "Pray for Kennedy" sticker.
Can we get one?"
Me: "I'm sure we can. But I don't even know what it's about.
I've seen that everywhere."
A:" She has brain cancer, Mom. And they say there's no cure."
Me: "Oh wow, baby. I didn't know that. That's awful."
A: "But Mom. We know a cure."
And just as quick as the conversation had started. It ended.
We were almost home.
And I didn't need to ask her what she meant.
And she knew she didn't need to explain.
We DO know a cure.
Will you join us as we begin to pray for Kennedy?
Will you simply believe in the cure that enables medicines to work, the cure that guides doctors hands and gives them wisdom, the cure that allows trials to become workable treatments?
The cure that took stripes on His back for our healing?
Here is Kennedy.
She needs a cure.
"But He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:5