And after a few moments of sharing our journey, the elders gathered around our family, laid hands on Isaac, and we begged God for life healed and whole for our boy. Jesus' ministry and the first church is filled with stories of people being healed, and I imagined the cancerous cells in his body melting, healthy blood filling his veins. I half hoped that we would be surprised at the results of his tests the following week. I hoped that we would be able to declare him healed in Jesus name without any need for chemo.
In the moment, I believed this was a key moment in his healing. At the same time it felt like just a drop in a bucket of hope. Would this work? Would God heal him? And now, a year and a half later, how much can I trust that Isaac will stay in remission?