Mary Haskett, Author

Writing to Inspire. Speaking to Encourage


In God's Hands

Posted on July 9, 2014 at 2:00 PM

In God’s Hands

How do we pray I wondered. My husband and I had received the devastating news that he had terminal cancer. Chemo and radiation were not an option— neither would halt the inevitable.

My husband received the news calmly. He sat in the clinic room and told the doctor about his faith in the living God and how God could choose to heal him or take him to heaven. He said, “I’m in God’s hands.”

Once home we discussed the news and I cried. My husband cried too, telling me he was concerned for me being alone. Friends and family were informed and the prayer warriors went to the Lord on our behalf.

There were days when my husband seemed so alert, I wondered if he had received a healing. Then other times I observed his tall frame bent and his muscle mass lessen. We came to realize we must take one day at a time. We no longer begged and pleaded for healing. We were just too tired. As it says in 1st Peter 5:7, “Casting all your cares upon him; for he careth for you.” So each day we talked to the Lord, telling Him we knew that He knew. We lifted the heavy burden and placed it at His throne. We said, “ Your will be done.” My husband always ended his prayers by repeating several times, Praise you Jesus.

In this time of trouble we had the privilege of sharing the good news of the gospel. Assured too that for all of us who know Jesus heaven is our final home. My husband is there now.


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Reply Brenda Leyland
3:34 PM on July 9, 2014 
Dear Mary,

First, my deepest condolences on the news of your husband's home going. We are so happy for him. Now I speak His grace and comfort to your own heart and mind as you remember and love and miss him in the days ahead.

You wrote this piece so beautifully. A true writer even in this midst of this grievous time... for every word and sentence leads us to that last revealing paragraph.

With loving thoughts,