Up at 3 AM

Does God ever wake you up in the middle of the night with such an urging that you have no choice but to physically get up and have a chat with him. Well, it has happened to me on several occassions over the last 5 years. Sometimes I feel like God has a specific answer for me to a problem or situation I am facing, but have been too busy throughout the day to call on Him. At other times, I feel led to pray for people. This morning is the later.

Yesterday I met a young girl named Cynthia while visiting a friend's son at the hospital. Cynthia is a beautiful eleven year old with the most beautiful big eyes I have ever seen. She has attended our church, has several siblings, she lives with her grandmother because mom is out of the picture (let's just say, mom is busy with her own problems), and she has leaukemia. Did you hear that last part? She has leaukemia and it has spread throughout her body. The instant I met her I wanted to pick her up and hold her and tell her everything would be alright. I wanted to tell her that God loves her so much and He is holding her hand right now. I wanted to tell her that He loves her with an everlasting love and nothing with ever take that away. Instead, I just stood there smiling while my friend asked her how she was doing, and if we as a church could do anything special for her. I asked her a few questions, but I was so in shock that such a young beautiful child was literally being attacked by cancer at that very moment. She looked so healthy with a full set of long brown hair. I don't think they will even try treatment because it is everywhere. I don't have all the details, but I know she has had leaukemia in the past, and just recently it was found in her liver. On further testing, it has been found throughout the body. There isn't much to do, but keep her comfortable.

Now, I sit here and pray for Cynthia. I pray that she is not in pain. I pray that she knows God is near and holding her hand. I pray she knows He loves her with an everlasting love. All the things I couldn't say to her, I pray for her. I have been forever changed by meeting this little girl. I can't tell you how much I hugged my kids yesterday. I really listened to what they were saying and really questioned them about how their day went. Most of all, I thanked God for my own children. I praised him for their health and the hand He has on each of their lives.
Won't each of you out there take a minute to pray for Cynthia and her family? I know they would appreciate it.