Can God speak through a 1980s pop song? A few years ago I was praying for my neighbor, who suffered debilitating migraines that commenced during her deployment to Saudi Arabia. But instead of improving, the more I prayed, the more she seemed to be laid up with these headaches.

One day, mowing the space of lawn between our houses, I reflected on whether there was really any access to the power to see her healed. Likely it was foolish that I’d told her I was praying for her only to see her worsen. As these thoughts disturbed me, very suddenly into my spirit came the melody and opening words of the chorus, “Don’t Stop Believing.” (I am so pop culturally illiterate, I could not have said who sung that tune.) The way it came to me, quiet and clear and in a different current than my troubled thoughts, I knew to be from the Holy Spirit.

Recently, I thought of this scenario again as I rested from a set of weights at the gym. I was pondering another individual battling a formidable illness, and again, wondered if I was offering false hope to proclaim that I was believing for complete healing. At that very moment, over the fitness room speakers came the song “Don’t Stop Believing.”

During this turbulent season, the onslaught of destruction is limited not just to our nation, but is manifesting in an unprecedented attack on the physical health of loved ones. The question nags, “Why after all the prayer and the faith and the promises don’t we see the results? Why are the miracles for God’s people like scattered bolts of lightening, helter skelter and seemingly only for a few?”

I’ve no answer. To be unable to make sense of that which is most painful in life is wretched.

And yet, Christ is asking with wistful glance as He once did to the twelve, “Do you also want to leave?” (John 6:67).

I testify to and exhort my dear ones in the Body of Christ, “Don’t stop believing.” As Peter replied, so say we, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (v. 68).

In the face of a thousand cancers, within the beleaguered nation and in the physical bodies of those we love so dear, the name Jehovah Rapha The God that heals, is the standard we lift high.

Rather than ask “why?” I shall ponder the One with Whom I’m in covenant. Instead of wondering where we missed it, I shall ruminate on the wonder of His cross and resurrection.

I will again rend my heart that He may relent and give His blessing (Joel 2:13-14). I will not be intimidated when the enemy’s threats are held up against His word.

Let us lay hold of Him and pledge by His name (Jeremiah 12:16; Deut. 10:20, 21) not to let go of Him until we see the reality of His word to us become the reality that we live.