Just to be transparent with you, I am in a different season right now fraught with change and uncertainty and letting go. That’s why I haven’t written in a while.
In this life our journeys take a turn that sometimes come out of nowhere, it seems, and knocks us out for a while. I am starting to very slowly see through the veil that this is another lesson, another level, a gateway into a deeper level with Jesus. Though I feel the breath has been knocked out of me and I am very tired I know from my spirit that Jesus walks this valley with me.
And, yes, I will write more about my story soon.
Which brings me to Lori’s story. I have known Lori for about 30 years. I have watched her and admired her devotion to family and motherhood and God. I knew her Dad, a mighty man of God, and loved him very much. I have been following Lori’s journey through breast cancer and praying along with countless others.
Then yesterday I read this on Facebook and instantly knew her story is a wake up call for me and all of us. Not that we will get cancer, but through her valley of trial, and what she learned there, brings us a message to look at our lives and evaluate what is most important. For our walk on this earth is very short compared to where we are going.
We get so caught up in our ‘masks’ of who we think we are, or we only show what we want people to see; not the real us. Vanity takes over and we live this kind of pseudo life of insincerity. I so admired Lori’s bravery to reveal it all in this trial so that others could see into her world and maybe find hope.
The church was meant for family, for realness, for loving support and transparencies….so that we can grow and heal and know we are not alone.
Peter 5:8-9 says “Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings.”
What is the Holy Spirit assuming about your life? That you are under spiritual attack. This is not a passage about nonbelievers; he’s talking about “your brothers and sisters.” Peter takes it for granted that every believer is under some sort of unseen assault. And what does he insist you do? Resist the devil. Fight back, take a stand.
Lori took a stand and has won her victory. But the lessons were many.
Thank you sweet Lori, for allowing me to share your story.
“Twenty-nine radiation treatments ago I was overwhelmed thinking that I would never be standing with one foot hovering over the finish line. On Monday, I will get my last radiation treatment. On Thursday I am having my port removed. I have spent half a year tearing up my body to rid it of cancer and the next half will be spent rebuilding it.
I still have a long road of recovery ahead, but I face it knowing that I am cancer free.
I know it sounds odd, but I am grateful for everything that I have gone through.
Grateful for the pain?
Grateful for the worry?
Grateful for a disease that ravaged my body and tried to kill me?
Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes. I am grateful because it has changed me in more ways than taking away (just trying to be real here) half of one of my most magnificent physical features.
The fact that I feel grateful is in itself due to the lessons that fighting cancer has taught me.
When you are diagnosed with cancer, everything stops while you concentrate on beating it. You don’t have the energy to participate in all of your normal activities and your treatments take precedence over everything else in your life…a job, family activities, church, or any other pursuit that normally occupies your time. You try to keep things as normal as possible, but basically your schedule is at the mercy of your disease.
At first, I thought that the world was going to crumble if I had to step down from all of the things I was in charge of. Amazingly, the world did just fine during my sabbatical. My husband and kids survived. My house didn’t burn down. The church, the PTA, the cub scouts and all those other things soldiered on. I learned that I don’t have to control every…single…thing.
I don’t have to stress myself out to make everything my version of perfect. One day it hit me that the same God who I was trusting to heal me was also capable of taking care of the everyday worries in my life. As I began to hand those worries over to Him, I also realized that if I were to leave this earth, He would be there to take care of all those that I left behind.
Cancer certainly causes you to face your immortality. We all know we are going to die…someday. When you are diagnosed with cancer, that far off someday is suddenly smacking you in the face. Death itself, doesn’t scare me. I know where I will spend eternity. I am not afraid of what is to come. For me, facing death was more about worrying over what I was leaving behind.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a peace that God would watch over my family, but I was still sad because I had so many more things that I wanted to do with my kids. There were life lessons I wanted to have the time to teach, memories I wanted to make with them, and my own life experiences that I still hadn’t shared. I was angry at myself for all the time in life I had wasted on things that just don’t matter in the bigger picture.
Cancer forced me sift through all the unimportant things in life, causing me to recognize the things that truly mattered…. Ironically “things” didn’t even make the list. I was actually able to clean out my closets and get rid of those clothes I have been holding onto for 15 years because one day the stars might align and they will once more fit me and come back in style all in the same week.
As I begin to purge the stuff in my house, I also took stock of the stuff in my character. I realized that I had held on to grudges, bitterness, anger, hurts, and worries, much the way I had held onto my Members Only jacket from Jr. High.
It was time to let it all go.
When you have one foot in the grave, what this one said about you or that one did to you really doesn’t matter so much.
With the sweeping away of emotional cobwebs comes clarity. Suddenly it occurred to me how much energy I had wasted being worried about what other people think.
How many times had I not embraced life because I was afraid that someone would say I was too old or too fat or too anything to be participating in something I really wanted to do?
Losing my hair was a wakeup call for me. I thought everyone would stare, but the truth is, most people don’t take the time to look beyond themselves and really see those around them. It only took a few times of walking through the grocery store bald, to figure out that no one was looking at me.
Never again will I forgo an opportunity to swim with my kids or enjoy a gorgeous day at the beach because I am afraid of what people will think of my body. Never again will I allow myself to be shy because I am worried someone won’t like me based on my outward appearance. I also vow to stop avoiding cameras.
I have a ten-year gap in the photo album, where there are no pictures of me. I always made the excuse that I am the one who takes the pictures, so I am never in them.
The truth is that I didn’t want to be in them. We haven’t posed for a family portrait since 2008, because I don’t like the way I look. When I faced my darkest days of cancer, it hit me that if I were to die, my kids wouldn’t have any pictures of me. As they grew older, their memories might grow foggy. They might even be unable to remember their own mother’s face.
I have a picture of my mom and me that she hated because she thought she looked old. When I look at it, I don’t see wrinkles, I just see love. I could continue to be the phony girl with a profile picture on Facebook that was taken in 2004, or I could just say, “Screw it, this is me, love it or hate it I don’t care, I choose to be real.”
As I look back on this journey, I see that the healing I received wasn’t limited to the physical. I like to think that in my battle with breast cancer, a tumor was removed from more than my body.
I feel like a cancerous growth has also been removed from my spirit and for that I am grateful for everything that I have gone through. So thank you, cancer. You invaded my body with sights set on my destruction, but you lost!
Not only were you defeated, but what you meant for bad, in the end made me a happier person. I am not the woman I was a year ago and that suits me just fine.”
My sweet 38 year old daughter was struck with a ruptured appendix 2 weeks ago. From the point she went into emergency I was with her. It was so frightening. The ER doctor sent her home on pain pills without ruling out appendicitis. It ruptured and became an extreme emergency. Everything in my life stopped and took a back seat while we sat long hours in the ER and surgery; and I prayed nonstop as she writhed in pain…and after surgery as the road to healing began in the hospital and as she went home. She needed me. It was a scary and unnerving thing to watch my child in so much pain. My life was just was put on hold. Everything took a back seat. Now that she is on the mend I now feel scattered and am having trouble getting back into things that were part of my everyday life, from writing to coaching and even exercise.
But, suddenly I realized I have grown spiritually, in finding God in the midst of the suffering. There comes a recognizable depth of character when you come out of the fire of suffering, and when you are still in it you find Him in places you’d never thought you’d be.
My dear friend Linda has been told her brain tumor is back. Her life will now be on hold while she has it removed….again. Since her last surgery, while recovering, she has obtained her Masters in Psychology, been maintaining her own practice in psychotherapy, is writing a book, and is doing a host of wonderful things God has called her to do. Now, her life will be interrupted again, indefinitely, to undergo another surgery on her brain with the outcome uncertain in earthly terms. But not to God. He knows. We are all believing for God’s divine hand to reach down and heal her swiftly and easily this time with no side effects. Linda would share with you how her suffering has put her in touch with a Savior that never leaves her. Even while her life is on hold. You can read Linda’s whole story of traveling this perilous road on her web site at: http://lindalochridge.com/brainsurgery/
I just read Michelle Cushatt’s blog this morning. She is an author, experienced keynote speaker and emcee. I love her writings and sweet spirit of thankfulness. Now after years of fighting cancer and walking in God’s healing power she has just learned the cancer is back…and her life will now go on hold for extended medical treatment once again to rid her of the invasion on her body. She is fearless and undefeatable. You can read Michelle’s story here http://michelecushatt.com/red-sea-moments/
All around me I see people going through sudden and great trials…some have been hit very suddenly and their life has taken an abrupt turn and they just feel like the wind was knocked out of them.
As I contemplated these things and wondered what God has to say in the midst of sudden trials and sudden fear I think I found truth.
The truth is, God sometimes allows us to be placed in situations (sometimes difficult, even painful ones) where we can glorify Him; where His presence and power are displayed with clarity, and where fellowship with Him is the sweetest spot we could find ourselves in.
God wants us to experience His gift of total reliance on Him…of letting go of our own pride and self sufficiency….our own power….and show us that in our own weaknesses He is made strong….tobless usby giving the gift of relying solely on Him.
In our trials we find His presence. You see, God’s blessings and healing and perseverance come with His presence. No matter what trials we face. It is His presence, His Spirit that ushers in His strength, encouragement and power…..it is what develops His character in us so that we reflect Him in all that we do.
The worst part about not being OK when a sudden change comes to our lives is that once you are there, you tend to temporarily lose your vision.
But as Michelle explained in her blog, when you run up against the Red Sea, you feel blindsided. There is no place to turn but to ask for His mercy and grace and a miracle.
You sometimes become profoundly nearsighted.
You can lose the ability to see any further than that horrible not-being-okay feeling right in front of you; to believe that outside of all of it, just beyond the fear and the sadness and the failure, there’s another place. That is where He is.
At that moment of darkness, it’s nearly impossible to see what you are capable of enduring….if you can withstand it all just a bit more, if you can weather the winds and storms and the wounds and the worry, you’ll end-up stepping into thatplace of peace, softly and securely, and you’ll feel the weightless lift of hope again.
You will gain new insight into the unchanging Jesus, while your world is turned upside down. You will see into places that never occurred to you while all was well and they’ll all seem like wonderful love letters directly from the Lover of your soul; words of truth spoken directly to your heart, telling you that life is given by Him and He has your name written right into His nail scarred hands.
I promise you He will…He is the great I AM.
But in the meantime, before you get there, I want to tell you one more important thing about where you are right now:
It’s OK to feel. He knows you are human. Tell Him your fears and worry and everything that swirls around inside of you. Talk to HIM!!
He already knows anyway. Acknowledge that. Bring Him into your journey and let Him walk with you there.
It’s alright to admit your feelings to yourself, and to say it to someone else, too. In fact, doing so isn’t admitting defeat at all. It isn’t giving-up. It’s simply consenting, to fully feeling the reality of the despair and the pain of the moment.
So that you can move on.
As you do, just remember that you won’t feel like that forever.
One day, you’ll feel well enough to share your journey with someone else who is not so well, and you’ll perpetuate the hope that He gives to you in your own suffering.
So today, friend, for what it’s worth and for whatyou’reworth (which is immeasurable), know this:
As dark as it seems, as difficult as it is, as much as it hurts…He knows right where you are and He has a plan that you sometimes just can’t see. Hold onto Him very tightly in these times.
It may seem like it but it won’t last forever. You may have to make changes…but He said, actually promised, that He would not ever leave you nor forsake you.
Take Him with you whatever comes. He only wants His very best for you and will go to battle for you as you hold on for dear life.