Tuesday, July 24, 2012

more cancer?

The laundry room was flooded in soiled clothes and towels.  I hadn't been in that room all weekend and it showed.  The children were all tucked in bed and the only sound I could now hear was the rushing of water filling up the washing machine.

My husband leaned against the door frame as I sorted through darks, whites, towels.

"What did she say?"

"It's not good," he told me.

"Is it her or her husband."

"Her."

"Well, what is it?" I said, knowing that it was something deadly.

"Pancreatic Cancer."

There it was. That feeling when your heart just sinks in your stomach and your gut feels sick and your heart aches.  Tear-filled eyes, loving this woman in our church and feeling guilty that I had not seen her in a month and yet I had not even called to check in on her.  Now I know why I hadn't seen her.

That nasty C-word!


Cancer.


Right now, I just know too many people, young and old, mothers and sons, who are battling cancer. Some will die from their cancer and some will not.  Regardless, even this cancer is from the hand of God.  I have to remember that what satan intends for bad, God makes for good. 


His good and their good...our good!  His good is our good.  


Each time we discover a friend has cancer we are shocked, but God is never surprised. He knows everything about our friends and He allowed this to happen.

"Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail." ~Luke 22:31

We shall be sifted, whether it be cancer or burying a child or the loss of a job or divorce or depression.  Jesus didn't say He would prevent satan from sifting us. He said that He has prayed for us during this sifting that our faith may NOT fail!


He will keep us.

Don't be deceived in thinking that when hard times come, God has forsaken you.  He knows it. He allowed it. He wants to see you cling to Him in your darkest moments, remembering our purpose is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.

1 comment:

  1. I hate the C-Word, too. And so does God. He hates it most of all. I will pray.

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