Skip to main content

Dear Cancer

Dear Cancer,

You suck. You suck the life out of people. You suck the finances out of bank accounts. You suck out the ability to plan for one's future. You suck all the strength a person has.

You cause tears to fall. You cause hearts to break in pain. You cause life to stand still. You cause sleepless nights. You cause exhaustion. You cause depletion.  

You cause people to have to choose. Do I go to work today and get paid? Or do I take an unpaid day off to spend time with my loved one who is sitting alone in a hospital bed? Do I spend the night with my children who are too young to understand why their dad isn't at home? Or I do spend the night in the hospital so my husband isn't alone? 

You create financial instability. You cause families to lose income. You make spouses to stay up late at night looking at the finances wondering how the amount in the bank account is going to last. You force expenses to grow. You create financial uncertainty.

You have made life stop for families. You have prevented families from planning their future. You have prevented vacations. You have prevented little league sign-ups. You have prevented spontaneous trips. You have prevented care-free days. You have prevented family dinners. You have prevented so many things.

You are all consuming. You never go away. You are cruel and ruthless. Even when the cancer cells disappear you force families to endure lengthy chemotherapy treatments. You make life unbearable at times. There are no time-out's. There is no pause button. You keep going and going.

But cancer please take note you do not win. You will not defeat us. You will not cut us down. You entered our life 10 months ago but we are still standing. You entered the body of an amazing husband, father, son, sibling and friend but you will not get the victory.

Cancer you try to not only destroy the body but you try to destroy a person's relationship with God. But I know that we will never give up. I know we will never back down. I know that we will never throw in the towel. There will never be a day where we don't praise. There will never be a time when we don't worship. There will never be a time when we don't acknowledge that God is good and He is good all of the time. There will never be a moment where we walk away from our relationship with God. There might be times when we are crawling to the altar, but we will crawl. There might be times when it takes all the strength in the world to make it to the House of God, but we are going to make it to the House of God. There may be times when tears are falling down our face because of the pain we are enduring, but praises will still be given to God. 

I might be crying. I might be in pain. I might be hurting. But I know the Author of my story. I know the Creator of this universe. I know the One who knows my name. I  know that God holds our life in His hands. I know that no matter how long this journey is God will not leave us. I know that with every tear that is shed, His loving arms embrace us. I know that even though our heart is in pain, God will mend it. I know that even though we can't see the end, God will be with us every step we take. I know that when we are strength-less, God will give us strength. I know when we are in despair, God will give us peace. I know when tears stain our pillow, God will comfort us. I know when we are racked with fear, God will give us assurance. I know when we feel as though we cannot take one more step, God will lift us up and carry us. I know that God will be by our side every day of this nightmare. I know that when we don't know how we will get through it, God will encourage us. 

So cancer, take note you don't win. 


Popular posts from this blog

Why the church doesn't need any more coffee bars

More and more on my social media feeds I have been seeing a lot of churches boast of the cool, trendy new initiatives that they have begun. I have seen pictures of coffee bars that resemble Starbucks. I have seen lighting that resembles one seen on Broadway. I have read catchy sermon titles and have seen how people have brought the movies into their sermons. In so many of these posts, I see all that churches are doing to attract new members, but I don't hear them talking about the power of Jesus. 

My husband passed away February 14th, 2017 after a two year battle with cancer.

To say he battled cancer is an understatement. He was hospitalized two weeks out of every month during the first year of treatment. He was hospitalized a total of 18 times. He was rushed to the emergency room 8 times. He spent close to 500 days separated from his two children over the course of two years. And eventually the chemo, designed to get rid of the cancer, caused him to be paralyzed. And for the last …

To the Christian who had sex before marriage

This past week my social media was inundated with engagement and wedding posts. It seemed as though everyone was either getting married or engaged during the month of November. And as I scrolled through the many pictures I began to think of those who are filled with guilt or shame over their past and who every time they see an engagement announcement or wedding picture think within themselves "that will never be me."

You have convinced yourself that because you had sex outside of marriage, or because you were in an unequally yoked relationship or because you are a single parent, or because before you were a Christian you had an abortion, or because even though you didn't have sex you didn't maintain sexual purity, (the list can go on) that you don't deserve or never will get that "happily ever after."

Your sin may have been exposed to all due to a pregnancy or maybe yours is hidden in shame and secrecy and you are afraid to even admit what you have don…

Mommy, why didn't God heal daddy?

Monday night my six year old daughter came running to my bedroom with tears streaming down her eyes. She was crying so hard I could barely decipher the words coming out of her mouth. "Mommy, I miss daddy.... Life isn't the same without him.... Why did he have to die???? Why didn't God heal daddy????I wish God would let him come back."

Why can't the difficult questions my children ask be "Mommy, where do babies come from?" Why, at seven and six do they have to ask "Mommy, why didn't God heal daddy?"  Most six year olds are playing with toys, learning to read and watching their favorite television shows. For the most part, so is my daughter but then there are nights like Monday where the tears stream down her face for an hour. Or there are days where I find her in her bedroom, holding a picture of her dad to her chest silently crying and when she sees me asks, "Mommy, why didn't God heal daddy?" 

My children ask me question…