Lots of things in my life have changed since I was diagnosed with cancer. First, I had to cut back or shuffle around my 2007 travel plans with Book of Hope. Then there was the truly restricting concept of surgical recovery that left me home bound for three weeks following each surgery. That is no easy task for a type-A never been sick worker such as myself. But one area of impact is something I had not expected. My prayers have changed.
No, it's not that I didn't expect aspects of my prayer life to change. The fact is, when you hear the word cancer mentioned by any doctor and the fear and uncertainty that comes with that word starts to overwhelm you, your prayer life will change. I've met those who never really had a prayer life for whom their diagnosis of cancer was the catalyst to start praying. I know others who have been mighty prayer warriors who nevertheless saw a dramatic change in how they prayed when the word cancer hung over them like a dark cloud. That happens and I expected those changes.
No, the change I'm alluding to is different. It is the the simple change in the simplest prayer that nearly all believers will pray. It is the new conclusion to my mealtime prayer. I've been driven by necessity to add an appendix to my prayer. "And Lord, please don't let this meal make me sick." Each time I sit down at the table, the question of impact runs through my mind. My question is not will this meal be good, but is more like will this meal be good to me? Will I be able to go through the day and night without getting sick off of what I'm about to eat? This is my current challenge. And this is my current prayer need; Lord, please don't let this meal make me sick.