Unexpected FAITH Transcript

A Women's Leadership Workshop Podcast

The goal of the Women’s Leadership Workshop Podcast is to bring practical insight and relevant leadership lessons to women. We want to help ladies everywhere learn to lead better. You can listen to all the latest podcasts now by clicking HERE. If a blog format is more your style, we’ve got you covered. Below you will find the transcript to Episode 9. You can read now!

Unexpected Faith

“Jess…I’ve got something I need to tell you, but first I want you to know that everything is going to be okay. You and your mom are going to be taken care of. I promise. Baby, the doctor’s told me I have cancer. It’s not the kind they can do much with. I have about 8 months to live. It’s not long, I know, but we’re going to live. We’re going to travel. We’re going to spend time together. It’s going to be the best 8 months of our lives.”

I was 13 years old when I found out my dad was dying of cancer. I was sitting at our breakfast table, the one with the pine top and the white spindle legs, staring at the Tennessee mountains just outside the nook of our bay window. I remember the grey diamond pattern of the linoleum floor in the kitchen where we sat. The sweat from my morning basketball game turning cold as I sat devastated by news that a little girl should never have to face. And yes, at thirteen I was still a little girl. An only child, the apple of my father’s eye. An awkward new teenager who had just hit her growth spurt and was struggling with her own self-confidence. A child who just wanted her daddy to live longer than 8 months. It was one of the darkest moments of my life. And yet looking back, I wouldn’t change how it all played out. The heartache I experienced, the numbness that clawed at my brain and body would soon transform into endless hope and a faith that could and would move mountains. As an adult, I often look back and yearn for the blind faith of my childhood.

It was two days later that I encountered God in a way that to this day still seems surreal. I was standing in front of the mirror fixing my hair for school. I was literally holding my curling iron when God spoke to me. Not a still small voice, but a strong audible declaration. “Your dad will live.” It’s all I heard, four small words that changed me forever. I stood stunned momentarily and then spoke out loud. “God?”

There wasn’t a reply. Why would there be? He said what needed to be said, and it was my turn to believe, to put my trust in the Creator of Heaven and Earth and just believe. Have you ever noticed that God gives you what you need exactly when you need it, but it’s rarely in excess of what’s required and it seldom comes prior to the moment it’s needed most.

I walked down the hall with a smile on my face and a bounce in my step. I looked at my mom and dad and said, “Dad’s going to be okay. He’s going to live. God told me. He’s going to walk me down the isle one day when I get married.”

That last statement was more of an assumption on my part, but I had just heard God’s voice and believe me I was relishing in His promise. Honestly…my parents were a little skeptical. But it was okay. I decided almost immediately that I would have enough faith for all of us. I can genuinely say following that bathroom, hair curler moment I never doubted that my dad would live. It wasn’t even a consideration in the back of my mind. Trepidation was replaced with tranquility. Heartache with hope.

I could tell you story after story of the miraculous events that led to my father’s complete and utter healing. I could tell you of the doctor friend who connected my dad with an oncologist at Vanderbilt hospital. I could tell you of the special trial that was being conducted for cancer patients under the age of 40. I could tell you of how my dad, despite receiving the highest dosage of chemo and radiation that was allowable never lost his hair. I could tell of you the encounter my dad had with an angelic being while in recovery. I could share how my mom collapsed on the floor in tears when the doctor called after 8 hours of surgery and whispered in an awestruck voice, “Mrs. Potter…we got it all.”

And yet…the miraculousness of the entire situation can be summarized in the four words that were spoken aloud to me, “Your dad will live.”

Faithful. Our God is faithful.

He keeps his promises. AND he calls us to believe, to trust in his unfailing mercies.

At church a few weeks back I heard my pastor, Andy Stanley, say this, “When our faith intersects with God’s faithfulness big things happen.” I can attest to this fact. I have stood witness to the wondrous power of our Savior, the inexpliable and all that was required of me was my faith.

In Matthew 8, we see a man whose faith was so great it served as a catalyst to the miraculous. Let’s pick up in verse 5.

When Jesus had entered Capernaum, a centurion came to him, asking for help.“Lord,” he said, “my servant lies at home paralyzed, suffering terribly.”

Jesus said to him, “Shall I come and heal him?”

The centurion replied, “Lord, I do not deserve to have you come under my roof. But just say the word, and my servant will be healed. For I myself am a man under authority, with soldiers under me. I tell this one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and that one, ‘Come,’ and he comes. I say to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.”

10 When Jesus heard this, he was amazed and said to those following him, “Truly I tell you, I have not found anyone in Israel with such great faith.

It goes on to say in verse 13…Then Jesus said to the centurion, “Go! Let it be done just as you believed it would.” And his servant was healed at that moment.

Are there situations in your life in which you feel desperate? The definition of desperation is a state of despair, typically one that results in rash or extreme behavior.

The centurion was desperate. He needed an infusion of supernatural power to better his circumstance and heal his servant. It seems outrageous doesn’t it, that this commander in the Roman army, a man who enforced discipline upon his legion of soldiers and dealt daily with reports and logistics would seek a higher power, one that could not be defined or explained.

Do you need a miracle? Are you so desperate for God’s power that you’re willing to throw logic and reason out the window and just believe that our Heavenly Father can restore life, heal a broken body, mend a shattered family, or reinstate a lost job?

It has been my experience that when I’m at my lowest, God is at work. When all hope seems to be lost, relief is imminent IF I will choose to believe. Jesus acknowledged the great faith of the centurion and then moved mightily on his behalf. Is your faith strong? Are you ready to request a miracle?

If so, here’s today’s challenge: Choose to believe. Allow your desperation to amplify your faith. Ask God for a miracle and then exhibit the same radical faith of the centurion and trust that God is in control, whether you can see it or not.

“Jess…I’ve got something I need to tell you, but first I want you to know that everything is going to be okay. You and your mom are going to be taken care of. I promise. Baby, the doctor’s told me I have cancer. It’s not the kind they can do much with. I have about 8 months to live. It’s not long, I know, but we’re going to live. We’re going to travel. We’re going to spend time together. It’s going to be the best 8 months of our lives.”

It’s been 23 years since my mom and dad sat me down at the kitchen table. My father still stands in the pulpit every Sunday proclaiming God’s Word. Oh how I wish I could have the faith of my childhood. A faith characterized by unbridled hope and unwavering trust.

Don’t get me wrong; my dad’s illness was one of the most difficult seasons of my life. My faith didn’t make it any easier to watch my hero suffer in pain. And yet…I wouldn’t change a thing because those unforeseen circumstances led to unexpected faith.

God doesn’t guarantee a life without hardship. He also doesn’t promise healing and restoration in every circumstance, but I have to believe that our faith makes a difference. I have to believe that when our faith intersects with God’s faithfulness…big things happen.

Jessica Bealer has been leading children’s ministry for 17 years. The last five years have been spent overseeing standards, systems, staffing and atmosphere for the children’s ministry of Elevation Church. She has overseen the launch of nearly twenty locations, and is considered a specialist in kidmin multisite. Jessica is a mother of four and published author. She is married to Frank, the CEO of Phase Family Centers and Executive Director of Leadership Development at Orange. Together they are the founders of FamilyMinistry.Church.

Please note: I reserve the right to delete comments that are offensive or off-topic.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *