Pediatric Cancer is doing its worst to make me into a slave. To run my life. To overtake my emotions. To invade every thought. To tell me what I can and cannot do. To take my energy and steal my joy. To weaken my faith and shut me up about hope.
But I refuse to conform.
Today is day 707 and the start of another round of chemotherapy for my tired, sick, depressed seven-year-old. We are driving to clinic in a pervading mood so thick and heavy with his fear I had to put the air conditioning on just to breathe.
Yet. I can still say this. God is good and Jesus is more than worth it.
I pray these words are used to reach the dark places, deep cracks and wide spaces.
So Jesus said to the Jews who had believed him, “If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:31-32