Waiting. This step in the fight is the hardest for me.
When your faith is strong—when your belief in the name of Jesus is triumphant, when you know the healing power He holds—it becomes easy to believe that He will heal. That belief feels real and unwavering. But waiting for His timing for that healing… that is different.
In the beginning of my daughter’s diagnosis, I turned to every biblical reference to healing. Every example I could find. Many were instantaneous, but others required time. There was Lazarus, raised from the dead after four days. The blind man from Bethsaida who was healed in two stages (Mark 8:22-27). Naaman the leper, who had to dip in the Jordan seven times before he was cleansed (2 Kings 5:1–14).
Next, I researched the different ways God performed miracles, including the fall of the walls of Jericho—reminding me that His power often works beyond human understanding.
They fell without a single weapon raised, without bloodshed or battle cries of war. Instead, there was marching and music. For seven days, the Israelites walked around the city while priests blew trumpets. On the seventh day, they shouted in obedience to God’s command—and the walls fell. It marked the first victory in the Promised Land.
Can you imagine that? Marching around a fortified city, playing music, believing this was how victory would come? Wouldn’t you feel a little silly?
I think I would. Even with faith, I might feel a bit foolish.
But God.
Those two words show up every time.
When the song In Jesus Name by Katy Nichole plays—whether in my car, at home, or at work—you’ll hear me quietly say, “Jericho,” at the end, followed by a whispered, please God. It’s my battle cry. My declaration that I am still here. Still waiting. Still believing. Saying, "I know You are still working."
The waiting is where I feel He refines us the most.
I would have rather not waited. It would have been much easier to hear the diagnosis, hear the odds against us, pray for healing, raise my hands, press my face to the floor—and then see her healed immediately. He could do it that quickly. So why not?
There are likely many reasons unknown to me as to why the Lord allows what He allows. But one outcome of a tested faith is a refined soul.
Scripture compares this refining to the purification of gold. When gold is heated, impurities rise to the surface and are skimmed away, leaving something purer behind. God does the same with our faith through trial. It is not easy—but it is purposeful.
He gives us the weapons we need for battle. The full armor of God is found in His Word. When you start there—when you memorize it, write it on your heart, speak it out loud in the hardest moments, and recite His promises back to Him—it will sustain you more than you realize.