Friday, December 10, 2010

"faith to sight and prayer to praise"

Our dear friend, Wyatt Mitchell, went to meet his Maker on Wednesday evening. Wyatt has been battling a nasty cancer for five years. Wyatt was one of the only people who Tom and I both knew before we started dating. Though Wyatt is a few years younger than him, Tom knew him from his high school days when he'd take Wyatt to football practice. They shared a bond of winning a state championship together. Football has a way of bonding boys together in a way that I just don't understand.

I still remember when my crush was developing on Tom and I found out that he was from Albany (where Wyatt is from); Wyatt was the first person I talked with to find out if Tom was a suitable crush. He approved.

I met Wyatt at a young life retreat where he just returned after recovering from cancer for the first time. I recently had my foot surgery. Though my hospital experience could not compare to his, I remember bonding over how humiliating it is to be in a hospital, with people prying and poking without shame. It's as if all bodily dignity is left at the door when you enter a hospital.

Joy is to be found in this earthly tragedy. There is life after death and praise the Lord for our salvation and heaven where we can live in community with the Lord. Wyatt is with his Father - rejoicing in the fullness of life. He no longer suffers and has been made whole.

Tom has been in Dallas this week for RUF training. Before Wyatt passed, Tom told me that during a time of songful praise to the Lord, they were singing "Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken." Tom said he couldn't stop thinking about Wyatt during these words:

"Haste, then, on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close the earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise."

Praise the Lord! Wyatt's faith has turned into sight.

My heart is still heavy for Wyatt's wife, Abby. Although I do not know her as well as I knew Wyatt, she has a courageous, sweet spirit. I once asked her if she was tired of how people always asked about Wyatt; to this she responded, "Not at all."

I pray that the Lord will heal her heart. That He will bring her a peace that no one or nothing else can offer her. The Lord says, "Come to me all who are weary, and I will give you rest." 

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