True Strength

So, once upon a time, three best friends started their senior year of high school. They survived through the first two days, and even had some classes together! They had a blast in Chamber Choir, and couldn't wait for what the rest of the year would bring.

Then, on the third day of school, one of the friends had an MRI that discovered a tumor in her brain. She was rushed to the hospital and put into the ICU because the doctors were worried she would have a seizure that could potentially kill her. She was scheduled for an emergency brain surgery the following morning, which also happened to be her 17th birthday.

Meanwhile, another one of the friends got home from school. She turned on her phone to find a text message from her best friend's mother, telling her about the tumor and asking her to let everyone know. An hour and a half later, this friend had to go to work after telling everyone what was going on, leaving a whirlwind of questions behind her.

That night, the two best friends couldn't stand to leave their other best friend alone in the hospital. They, along with four other close friends, drove in near complete silence for a half hour. Since their friend was in the ICU, they were not allowed to see her, but their cards and well wishes were delivered to her room by a kind nurse. The friends then returned home.

During the next twenty-four hours, countless prayers were said. Friends fasted. Phones were out between every class period, the owners desperately checking for updates on their friend. The surgery got postponed. Then she went in. Then she was done, and the tumor was out.

But she still wasn't back home. And her two best friends still hadn't seen her. And her two best friends desperately missed her. More prayers were said. She couldn't eat. Even more were said. And then, she was able to come home. Only four days had passed since her brain surgery. Her best friends went to her house at 7 that morning to tape posters and notes to her garage to welcome her home. And later that day, the three were finally reunited. One had lost some hair and a tumor, the other two had lost sleep and failed quizzes worrying about her. She was tired, but she was talking. And even though her two best friends still worried about her, they knew she was going to be all right.

Two days later, her miraculous recovery had only continued. Her two best friends marveled as she walked, talked, and acted just like her old self. The three stayed up late on a school night catching up and modeling wigs. They laughed. They smiled. They even cried a little bit. Everything felt almost normal again. Prayers of gratitude were said that night. All three knew there was still long road to reach complete recovery, but hope and peace were found.

I know that prayer and fasting works. Our Heavenly Father is watching over us, listening, and He will bless us. I owe the life of one of my best friends to Him. He loves us, and will not desert us. He will carry me and my friends, especially my friend who has suffered the most,  through this trial. We are his daughters and sons with infinite worth. Miracles happen, and will continue to happen for all of us and for my dear friend. God is the true and only source of strength, peace, and hope.

I love you all.