When Your Faith Is Small

Early this morning I received an text from my brother Terry about Brantley. He was transferred from Augusta to Atlanta yesterday – without complications.

Praise God!

They’ve taken him off a couple of his medications because his heart is functioning. They aren’t sure if  he actually has hepatoblastoma (the type of liver cancer that’s been diagnosed).

I shared the news with Peter and told him I was praying there would be no signs of cancer. He was worried I might get my hopes up but I reminded him of all that God has done in that tiny body so far.

Then I remembered Tuesday night’s dinner experiment.

(I wanted to replicate a friend’s chicken and rice recipe, but was in a hurry so I didn’t take the time to call her. Working mostly by smell, I mixed together salt, coarsely ground black pepper, curry, orange peel and mustard, both prepared and seeds. Oh, and half a thing of chicken broth. I poured the goop over the chicken and rice, added pats of butter on top because you can’t really go wrong with butter, and cooked the whole thing for about 30 minutes in the oven, which was preheated to 350. The entree turned out far more mustardy than I’d hoped, but it wasn’t a total loss. No one even complained. Much.)

Mustard seeds pack quite the punch!

As Peter and I talked, I opened the spice cabinet and poured out a few mustard seeds into a snack bag. Yellowish seeds rolled around in the plastic expanse.

“Here,” I said, as I gave him the bag. 

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“For you to take to work.”

Sometimes we all need reminders.

faith can move mountains

Jesus mentioned mustard seeds when He talked to the disciples about faith.

A man brought his son to the disciples, for them to heal him. The disciples couldn’t do it, so the man took his son to Jesus. Jesus rebuked a demon, it came out of the child and the boy was healed at that very moment. Later the disciples asked Jesus why they had been unsuccessful. This is what he had to say.

“…if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.”
- Jesus, Matthew 17:20 NKJV

(You can read the whole story here.)

I don’t claim to understand it fully, but I believe. 

Mark tells the same story but includes two additional sentences the father says to Jesus.

“I believe.
Help my unbelief.”

They’re running more tests on Brantley today. They’ve mentioned doing a biopsy, which they haven’t been able to perform because he hasn’t been strong enough. Until now.

I’m mustering up faith to pray for a miracle.

How Can You Help?
PRAY, as led by the Holy Spirit.
Follow updates on the Prayers for Brantley Facebook page.
Walk a mile on Saturday, September 15th at 9AM. Folks are walking near Augusta, but you can walk anywhere.
If you’re inclined to give, let me know.

(I’m linking up with Ann for Food on Fridays. If you have a minute, check out some of the posts there.)

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2 Responses to When Your Faith Is Small

  1. lindalouise says:

    Believing and praying with you Cheryl.

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