bottle of anointing oil. She tipped the bottle, placing a small amount of the oil on Mishaâs forehead, and began to pray for healing. After her prayer, she sat beside Misha and wrapped her arms around her. âLord, child, the enemy wants to destroy you to keep you from preaching the gospel. But, his plan is not gonâ succeed,â she said as she turned Misha toward her. âYou have a gift, a true gift from the Lawd. Peoples witâ yoâ gift experience a lot of heartache. But God will see you through it all.â
She opened her Bible and showed her examples of prophets in the Bible and told her all they had to endure to deliver the Word. âThis cancer is not gonâ take yoâ life. You have a lot to do. You got to pray hard. Pray for yoâ life and pray foâ you child, one from yoâ own body. You pray and Iâll pray witâcha.â
Misha left her grandmotherâs house feeling better but still filled with anxiety as she fought the negative voices in her head telling her she was going to die. She paced the floor and recited scriptures loudly in her apartment. âGod, I believe you.â Just as she gained the strength to eat something, her phone rang. She eyed the caller ID. It was her mother. She didnât want to talk to her, but this time, she had to.
âHey, Mom.â
âWell, you could sound happier to hear from me. Where have you been? Iâve been trying to call you all week.â
âMom . . . Mom . . .â Misha hesitated. She couldnât bring herself to tell another person.
âWhatâs wrong with you? You need to do something about your attitude.â
âMom, look, I got cancer. Now leave me alone.â Misha pressed the end button on her phone. There was something about her mother that always made her angry. The phone rang again. It was her mother. She debated picking up the call. After about eight rings she pressed the green answer button.
âSo what you trying to do, scare me or something? You know I donât believe that lie.â
âMom, itâs true. Dr. Trinidad told me today. I have cancer. Iâm having surgery at Emory on Monday.â
âOoooooooooh, Lord. My baby gonâ die. I knew it. I knew it. That day you laid hands on that lady in the church that cancer got on you. I knew it. Something told me you was dying.â
âI hate to burst your bubble. Iâm not dying. Itâs outpatient surgery. Iâm going home the same day of the surgery.â Misha sighed and rolled her eyes, offering up a silent prayer.
âDonât matter. When you let them start cutting on you, thatâs it.â
âThank you, Mother, for all your encouragement and support. Iâve got to call my pastor now. Iâll talk to you later.â She hung up the phone again. She called her pastor and asked for prayer and told him about the surgery. By the time she hung up the phone, she had lost her appetite. She went to her bedroom and fell on her knees and began to pray.
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The next morning, she got dressed for work as if nothing were going on. She joined the other teachers in the auditorium to await the start of the meeting.
Principal Davis got up and began his same old boring âwelcome to the new school yearâ speech. âI know we are going to have a successful school year. We have a good team and I want you to keep up the good work.â
He finally reached the end of his speech and Misha looked into her folder and spotted the work excuse she got from the doctor. Reading the note, she wasnât really paying attention to what Mr. Davis was saying until she heard Rogerâs name. She looked up to see Roger standing in the front of the auditorium.
âMr. Williams is the counselor from the City Development League. His main focus will be to work with troubled kids and students from low-income families to prepare them for college. Yâall welcome Mr. Williams to
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