“There’s never an emergency meeting in heaven.”
I glanced at the clock in the hospital’s surgical waiting room. My heart raced faster than the second hand ticking.
My daughter, Megan, needed a cyst removed from the back of her leg. She was only five-years-old at the time. After a failed attempt in the surgeon’s medical office, we scheduled the procedure at the hospital
So what were they thinking? Expect a young child to lay on her stomach while medical staff numbed and performed the incision, removal, and stitching? Really?
But my husband and I heard her cries and screams echo down the hallway. So the doctor advised to move to plan B—under anesthesia at the hospital. “She’s not going to cooperate for us to do it here at our offices.”
Well doc, I could have told you that. Yet, I wished for another option besides deep sedation, not fond of plan A or B. But the cyst grew over the year the pediatrician said to watch it. The cyst needed to come out. And it needed testing for cancer. I worried and fretted and paced.
You see, I’m a floor pacer, panicking in body and spirit. Especially with my children and family.
Sweet relief washed over me when the surgery concluded and Megan woke up. A happy dance ensued when the lab results showed a benign cyst…one grateful mama!
And plan B became the best option after all. Cyst roots had grown and spread deep into the calf’s muscle tissue. Surgery in the surgeon’s office could have turned dangerous and painful—even with a cooperative child.
A few years later, my husband accepted a youth pastor position and we moved to a new town. Our lead
pastor was David Landrith. I’ll forever remember a thought he shared from his seminary professor in a sermon, “There’s never been an emergency meeting of the trinity.”
God never has or ever will pace heaven’s floor.
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The Holy Spirit doesn’t declare a state of emergency over heaven’s intercom due to our circumstances.
No matter how dire our lives may seem. Jumping on an urgent conference call is not necessary with the triune God. There’s absolutely no hint of fear, nervousness, or frenzied panic in the heavenly realm.
Immediately I was in the Spirit; and behold, a throne was standing in heaven, and One sitting on the throne. Revelation 4:2 NASB
God is seated on His throne. He is in control. Even when plan A and plan B are different than what we had in mind.
No Emergencies in Heaven
We were privileged to link ministry arms once again with David and his wife, Jennifer, along with their kids for a year at another church. My daughter had grown into an eighth grader and our son, a fourth grader. When we moved to our present location, we kept in touch with the Landrith family.
Then the unthinkable happened. Pastor David Landrith was diagnosed with cancer and went to heaven in 2014. Until the end, he continued to place his trust in God’s faithfulness and sovereignty. I imagine him in God’s presence looking down at us saying, “I told you.”
There’s no emergencies in heaven. I often relay the sentiment to others and keep the words close to my heart during troubled times.
Heaven doesn’t have emergency meetings—ever. Let the words resonate deep in your soul.
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No matter what happens, we trust the Lord’s faithfulness, timing, and His perfect ways.
The Lord is large and in charge—always. In the unknown and heartaches of life, that assurance brings hope in His faithfulness. Today and every day.
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