It was Halloween last week. Because my mom went down with a stroke on the day of Halloween, it also marked the 4th year of her post-stroke recovery. Soon after the stroke and while she was still unconscious, I strongly sensed that I received a promise from God while doing daily QT that "This sickness will not end in death but is for the glory of God"(John 11:4). It was the passage of Lazarus's death. Amazingly, it was also the passage I was scheduled to preach on the coming Sunday. Despite the doctor's prediction that she would never regain consciousness, she miraculously woke up while her mental capacity was almost fully intact. She recognized us, remembered all our names, and answered our questions. Later, we also confirmed she could speak (though faintly).
As joyful as we were, after holding onto God's promise for 4 years, we are experiencing the challenge of "waiting" for her full recovery. Faith is waiting. That is why the father of our faith is "Abraham", whose only accomplishment we know is waiting for 25 years for his miracle child. Even though many heroes of faith accomplished far more dramatic feats for God, God still wants Abraham to be our role model in faith. I didn't understand this, but after 4 years of waiting, I finally get it. Waiting seems passive and easy, but anyone who has waited long enough knows how difficult it is. It requires patience, endurance, trust and resolve in the face of contradicting realities. That's where my family is.
As our caregiver couldn't continue and while we search for another one, I decided to fill in for the duty of providing basic care for my mom. I enjoy seeing her enjoy my more frequent visits. But at the same time, the more I visit, the more I see the reality of my mom's condition. Every time I see that she still can't move her right leg, which has become so thin and bony, I cannot logically picture how it could be strengthened again, and doubt begins to cloud my mind.
However, God seems to continue to encourage me and my family through this time. My sister messaged me not long ago that a church member she knows died of a stroke very suddenly. After seeing that her family couldn't even have a chance to say a proper farewell, my sister realized how this difficult waiting season is actually a blessing for our family. It gave us 4 years of seeing our mom and building memories even after the stroke. The last 4 years were not just a waiting room, but 4 years of enjoying the miracle.
These days, I am strengthening myself by reflecting on how Lazarus's story unfolded. After his death, Jesus intentionally waited 4 days before visiting his tomb. When everyone felt it was done, Jesus came and crashed the funeral. I tell myself that maybe God is purposely waiting 4 years before he does something miraculous again. So, as a small act of faith, every time I visit her, I massage her bony legs and prophesy over them that "dry bones will come to life". (Ezekiel 37:4-6)








