Sometimes life “happens” in such a way, you feel like you’re standing on the sidelines observing; there is nothing you can do about it. Circumstances come in a series of unexpected squalls.

Eric and I were on our way to the first Rehearsal of the Ms. Florida Senior America Pageant. One hour out on the turnpike my cell rang and Eric answered. “May I speak to Elisabeth?” It was the doctor’s office. The doctor’s Assistant told me, “She wants to see you today.” I spoke into the phone, “How important is it? We are an hour away from Orlando on our way to an important meeting.”

A long silence; then my doctor came on the line, “Who is driving?” “I am,” was my thoughtful answer. It slowly dawned on me that this was about the biopsy of my left breast just a few days earlier. I told my Doctor that I was alright; go ahead and tell me what is up.” Her reply, “How much does this Pageant mean to you?” I could only blurt, “I just want to do what God wants me to do.” She hesitated but had no choice but to say, “Your biopsy came back positive for cancer.” It was something like that; I don’t remember clearly what she said.

“Alright, I will turn around and come into the office.” She made the appointment for me at the Oncologist’s office, the same one that helped my husband and our son through cancer successfully. He initiated a series of tests and appointments: meeting a surgeon, cancer specialists, eye, ear and throat specialists, and so forth.

We felt immediately and surely redirected by God. It is no happenstance that my husband and I had been praying definitely, “Lord, show us what we are to do.” “What are we to accomplish?” “What is Your will?” Suddenly we were being shown the next step. Could we question it?

Getting immediate help might mean life over death.

Eric asked when I clicked off the call from the doctor, “What do you think you should do?” I thought deeply as possible, tried to sense what circumstances were telling me.  “I will withdraw from the Pageant.” Eric dialed my new friend and acquaintance, Pinky, the National PR for Ms Senior America and I was suddenly out of the peagent. We drove on ten miles or so to the next turn around on the Turnpike and headed for what this direction would mean.

We, Eric and I are in the midst of making my health a full time job. It is a new direction and it’s ok:  “. . . the LORD has his way in the whirlwind and in the storm . . .” (Nahum 1:3).

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