God is good.

God is good, all the time. And all the time, God is good.  After nearly a decade of waiting, it is time for my open heart surgery. When God needs to move, He sure can use some interesting methods to do so. He certainly doesn’t need our help.

In mid-November I went for my annual cardiology visit where I was told that things were stable – no significant change to my aneurysm. A short two weeks later, God decided we needed a second opinion.

I was at work with my coworkers when we decided to go out to lunch together. One of them volunteered to drive since they have an SUV and it would be roomier. I called shotgun and we took off. About half a mile up the road, we noticed a truck leaving its driveway rather quickly – with no intentions of stopping. My friend laid on the horn, but it was too late - the F150 slammed into our car, on the passenger side.  We later found out that this hit totaled her vehicle.

Frightened and shocked, the three of us piled out of the car. The airbags hadn’t deployed, but it was a big hit. We began to assess the situation and quickly noticed that there was NO DRIVER in the other car. There was no child playing that knocked it out of gear, no drunk driver, not a soul was in the vehicle… the owner of the truck was inside sleeping! How bizarre.

My job was to call the police and I did so with shaking hands and a racing heart. Something felt funny – it was like my heart couldn’t catch up. I dialed 911 and they soon had an officer on the scene. After things were taken care of, we went on to lunch. I just couldn’t calm down – I was scared and shaken up.

With my aneurysm in mind, Mom and I decided a trip to the ER would be for the best. We headed to Lexington to get an overall check up – especially on my heart. After 9 long hours, we finally got discharged. I had the usual accident injuries: head injury, strained muscles, but then the doctor said that the CT showed my aneurysm measuring significantly larger than my cardiologist had just two weeks prior.

This warranted some action. Mom gathered my medical records and overnighted them to Cleveland Clinic, where I had previously been seen, several years ago. They are number one for cardiology in the United States. If anyone knew what measurement was right and what to do, it would be them.

Within a few days (last Friday), Cleveland Clinic called and said they agreed with the larger measurement and wanted to see me – the following Monday (this past Monday).  Woah – that was quick! The rapid appointment set up told me that the surgeon must be considering surgery as a possibility or else it would have been postponed just a little while.

So mom and I left Sunday to make the trip to Cleveland. Sunday was mom’s birthday and this was the second time she had spent it at Cleveland Clinic with me. We arrived and had a full day of testing on Monday. Tuesday was the day we would meet with the Cardiothoracic Surgeon, Dr. Svensson.

Dr. Svensson was kind, intelligent, and had a pretty cool accent (he is from South Africa). He stated that I am at the threshold for surgery, but that with my connective tissue disorder and upcoming nuptials, he thought surgery was the best option. And just like that, so nonchalantly, he and I signed some forms and his assistant came in to schedule my surgery. I began to cry, but quickly had to suck it up – there was a surgery to plan! I just felt so relieved to have finally heard the words I had been waiting for, “Stacie, it’s time.”

It was a whirlwind from there. We set my surgery date for Tuesday, December 27^th. This meant my preoperative appointments had to be done before I left Cleveland, which caused us to spend another day in Cleveland. This way, we enjoy Christmas in Kentucky, head to Cleveland the 26^th, and then go straight in to surgery on the morning of the 27^th.

And so here we are. I’m on my home from Cleveland, typing this post on my laptop. I watch as cars drive past and open fields turn into city skylines. Somehow in the midst of this storm, I feel such a sense of peace. I wonder what God’s plan has been all this time. Did He have one or did He just decide spur of the moment? Whatever He did, I know it is His timing.

In my mind here is how it went… God had hoped my initial cardiology visit would clear things up. Maybe he thought the technician or doctor would notice the increased size. So when that didn’t happen, maybe God was looking for the perfect opportunity to get me to the doctor. And as I rode down Main Street with my coworkers, God saw that F150 there and He just gave it a little nudge. The nudge He knew I needed to get to Cleveland. I’m not sure if that’s exactly how it happened or not, but I know God had His hand in this regardless.

All throughout the Bible, God used ordinary people, animals, and objects to show His glory. He used a teenage girl to be the mother of Jesus, He used a talking donkey to lead a man down the right path, and now He has used a driverless vehicle to guide my life.

So dear friends, how can you help? I know you must want to do something. I ask you to pray… pray hard. Pray for my family to stay sane during the lengthy procedure, for their safety when traveling to be with me, and for their peace of mind and heart. Pray for me. Pray for God to calm my nerves, that I will handle the surgery well, and have a speedy recovery. And please pray for Dr. Lars Svensson – the man who will quite literally have my heart and life in his hands. Although Dr. Svensson is a world-class surgeon who has performed more than 10,000 surgeries in his career, my hope is in Jesus because He is a world-class savior who holds every life there is and ever has been. It is in HIM that I find my peace and comfort.

Of course if you want to send cards, gifts, or well wishes I will gladly accept those too! I will have my mom read Facebook messages and text to me once I am coherent – please feel free to fill my wall and inbox with prayers, love, and encouragement. If you want to physically mail something or get something to me, you can call the gift shop at Cleveland Clinic or mail cards to:

Stacie Lawrence

Cleveland Clinic

9500 Euclid Ave.

Cleveland, OH 44195

Thank you for your continued love and support. I would not have made it through the last decade without my amazing family and friends. I love you all dearly and I look forward to seeing you when I am back in Kentucky!

God is good, all the time. And all the time, God is good.

"And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns."   -Philippians 1:6

Photo taken January 11, 2011

A story of surrender: my testimony

For the last few weeks in Bible study, we have discussed how write and share your testimony. For the first time, I shared my testimony with the group. It was so liberating to share my story, to let others in, and to open up about my relationship with Christ.

I have not blogged in almost a year, so I thought sharing my testimony would be a good way to restart.

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I have grown up in a Christian home, with two Christian parents, going church every Sunday and Wednesday, and praying before meals. I spent my summers at vacation Bible school, went to Christian camps, and I knew my Bible story books like the back of my hand. I’ve always known Christ so there wasn’t this big “ah-ha” moment like there is for many people who come to Christ as adults.

At the age of nine, I became very sensitive to right and wrong and was more aware of my own relationship with God. I wrestled with the decision to actually become a Christian because I thought I had to be perfect. I didn’t understand that the sacrifice had already been made and that I would be forgiven of all past sins as well as future sins. I thought I had to live a flawless life and that terrified me.

For four years I fought with myself over this matter. At every invitation and alter call I would be in tears because I knew better, but was too scared to do anything about it. One night, while at revival with my cousin at her church, the preacher looked right at us and said, “what about you girls, do you know the Lord?” We looked at each other and then nodded at him, unsure of what to do or say.

On the way home that night, I burst into tears telling my mom what had happened and that although I knew who God was, I didn’t know Jesus in the way that I needed to. We pulled over and prayed together, I called my daddy, and we turned around to meet at our church. I was baptized into Christ at 11:30 pm on August 23, 2007. For most people this is where their testimony ends, but for mine this is only the beginning.

Teenage years are just tough – no matter who you are. But fighting chronic medical conditions as a teenager adds another level of difficulty. I was struggling to keep up with my friends and wanted nothing more than to be normal. I still was very sensitive to right and wrong, which I believe was and is the holy spirit inside me. I wanted to please everyone, especially mom and dad, and most importantly, God.

As my high school years were coming to a close, I was dealing with a lot of changes. College decisions were looming above me, my health was failing, and I was dealing with relationships I didn’t know how to navigate. But through the stormy weather, my constant was God. I would go through phases where I felt closer to Him than at other times – like we all often do.

I’ve always been organized and a planner – I still am and it drives everyone around me insane. Every area of my life had to be planned, down to the most tiny detail. Looking back, I feel that maybe this was because the lack of control I had over my medical issues. I had to compensate for that by controlling the things I could. You know what they say, we plan and God laughs.

Despite my micromanaging and plan making, God would change things up. This made me feel as if I was constantly failing. I felt a lack of peace in my life, even in the presence of God. Although I was Christian, and gave Him my life, there were still come things I was holding back. Maybe it was a lack of trust or the idea of relinquishing control on the last piece of my life I was holding onto.

After many tries, God finally got through. He finally was able to show me how to truly surrender. One day, while at the hospital, I anxiously sat in the room with mom. We were waiting on the results of whatever tests I had that day and for whatever reason I was particularly uneasy. I decided to check my email while I waited and that’s when I saw the KLove verse of the day in my inbox.

The KLove verse of the day is something I have been a subscriber of for years. It comes into my inbox in the wee hours of the morning and it is a random verse each day. So on this particular day, that verse had been sitting there allllll day and by the grace of God, I opened it at this moment.

It read, “And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.”

      Phil 1:6 (NLT)

I immediately began to cry and as I showed mom the verse, we just sat there and cried together. I truly felt that God had used that verse, that email, and that moment to remind me of His unfailing love. He was asking me to surrender my life, every last piece, to Him. It was almost as if He was whispering to my heart, “Stacie, it’s okay. Let go. Give it to me. What I have for you is far better than anything you could every dream of.”

And I did.

Little by little, because I’m still human, but I let it go. Surrender is a struggle, it’s one I wake up every day and choose to fight. Sometimes I mill over the same things again and again, until God reminds me to stop. I am reminded that I don’t need to pick back up what I have already laid at the feet of Jesus. I don’t have to be uneasy, afraid, or discouraged because Jesus is more than conqueror.

I’m still learning and I am still growing. Each day is an opportunity to commune with God, to lean on Him, to trust His will and way. My life isn’t perfect, but it is so much better with God than it could ever be without Him.

Since that day of surrender, I have found myself feeling happier, lighter, and unafraid. My life exists to glorify God and each fear, sickness, imperfection, and situation are an opportunity for God to shine. I have a joy I cannot possibly put into words. I’m not afraid of death, pain, or heart surgery because the one who holds my future holds my heart.

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P.S. I honestly can’t remember what my test results said that day. But I do know that it was okay. It always is.