This piece was written by Mendelt, Marisa's husband, on their blog, Life. I loved it and have stolen it, and with permission, am posting it here. I've made a few changes to make this my own. Those changes are in [brackets].
I am imagining along with them - for both of us. I imagine for my friend Meta as well who is a wonderful, compassionate woman who works with individuals with developmental disabilities.
I imagine...and pray... and trust.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Imagine there was a young wonderful mother of three [two] who led a good, kingdom furthering life and then cancer hit her, her family and those who love her?
Imagine that her family, friends, and church stormed the doors of heaven with prayers so that somehow this beautiful woman could live to see her kids grow old?
Imagine the much hopeful news about the growth of the cancer, the CT scans, the nuclear medicine tests didn’t reveal good news?
Imagine then after almost all hope was gone, after more than 8  months of sickness, fatigue, frustration and against-the-odds-positive-attitude, after the laws of science and medicine were turned on their head, after the oncologists said that this was the last medical chance for healing, it was revealed that the cancer was gone?
Imagine then that God and Jesus were talking over a cup of tea (surely they wouldn’t drink coffee) about this inspirational servant that they spared only to see that the good work that was begun in this woman would be carried out until completion?
And that, because of the good work that could continue, it would send a ripple of hallelujah’s throughout the land that would resonate with those who really need to hear it?
Imagine? I am.