Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
Driving home from work, Sam’s mind wandered to his to-do list. He was still unpacking suitcases from a recent trip. He had a huge two-week project for work that loomed over him. On top of that, his wife was amidst a job search. There was a lot to do. His cell phone rang. It was his brother-in-law. “A house nearby is going up for sale. It could be a great deal. Do you want to come give it a look?” Sam pondered this, knowing he and his wife had no desire to move. But it wouldn’t hurt to go look. The house was nice enough, but way out of his price range. Before Sam could say no, the house sold to someone else. Oh well, no worries. A month later, Sam got word that the house was again for sale. The burden of deciding returned. Sam and his wife determined a price that would allow them to even consider the house. He called the owner, and her price was still too high. The burden lifted. Two days later, the owner called and said she would lower the price. Amazed, Sam wondered if God was the one continually bringing this house before them. He decided to pray about it. Twenty seconds into the prayer, the phone rang again. The price had dropped $40,000 to exactly the price that Sam had set. The contract was drawn up 26 hours later.
Four days passed and Sam went to visit his doctor. The doctor informed him he needed to go into emergency surgery in two days. Shock. Then, fear and anxiety. Needles, knives, and blood flashed through his mind. There was the possibility of cancer. What a horrible word. Yesterday morning, after the nurses checked his vitals, Sam kissed his wife goodbye and was wheeled down the hall to an operating room. All the feelings welled up into tears he held back from the audience of nurses. He was soon under the anesthetic. Upon being wheeled back into his room hours later, he received the toughest news of all. Cancer. A curable form, but cancer nonetheless. Chemotherapy lay ahead.
Sam laid in the dark with his wife last night. Life had just taken an extraordinary turn. It was the phenomenon of the both comic and tragic “huh?” moment that brought them together. What was going on? What in the world was the Author up to? So much to deal with in a three week span. I know the story well. Too well. I am Sam.
Written for Sunday Scribblings