I have realized the reason the airplane floor gave way under my seat was because an in-coming missile blew it open. The thing about that missile is the plane's pilot had to give permission for it to hit right there.
I know God allowed Satan to afflict me with cancer. Nothing happens to His children that doesn't pass through His permission. The comforting thing is that I also know He prayed for me before this happened and continues to pray me through. In Luke 22:31-34, Jesus told Peter that he would deny Jesus. It is what Jesus told Peter in verses 31 and 32 that really spoke to me. He said Satan had asked to sift Peter like wheat but that Jesus had prayed for Peter already. Hebrews 7:25 came to mind as I read in Luke. It says that the purpose of Jesus' resurrected life is to pray continually for us.
So, no matter what I go through, Jesus already knew it was coming, allowed it, has prayed for me, and will pray me through.
Because of the chemotherapy, I imagine my tumor is screaming like the Wicked Witch of the West as she died, "I'm shrinking, I'm shrinking!" And of course, we know Who is really making it shrink.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday's lesson out of chapter 5 was very hard to teach. Church discipline is a serious subject that isn't all warm and fuzzy. I want to be sure that you know how very much I love you all and our church. It is such a blessing to be part of this local group of Christians.
Thank you for all your prayers. I will keep teaching as long as my strength holds up. I want to be able to take space here to share what God is doing in my life through my affliction with cancer. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I was flying pretty high before the diagnosis. I loved my life and could honestly say I enjoyed everything about it. I knew it was a gift from God and thanked Him for allowing it to be like that. Of course it hadn't always been that way, but it was at the time. My days started with prayer and Bible study, then writing, then working my Premier business. Yes, I was out every single evening of the week doing something, but it was all what I loved. The airplane was almost on autopilot.
I knew I was flying with others and that some of them would jump out of the plane occassionally. Now I don't like the idea of parashooting out of a flying airplane at all. It scares me spitless. I never wanted to do it and really thought that if I ever was forced to jump I might have a heart attack on the way down. So while flying through my life and knowing some of my co-passengers would have to jump, I pretended I never would.
The day I was diagnosed with cancer, the floor under my airplane seat gave way and I was air-dropped into a foreign country. My parachute opened and I landed without too much injury, but I couldn't speak the language, didn't know where the major landmarks were, and had about three road maps that all looked different. The "You Are Here" arrow was even missing.
To top it all off, when I finally learned enough of the language and got a single road map, I realized I had to jump off a cliff to get anywhere at all.
The foreign country is a place called Cancer and the cliff jump was into chemotherapy. I'm there now, I guess in mid-air of the jump. The parachute for this jump has had a few holes to patch, but it's holding up. I'm aiming for the target of tumor shrink. Please pray that God will guide me to that landing spot.
The coolest part of this whole thing is what God is teaching me along the way. I'm not sleeping much at night and that's when He is showing me what I was too busy to learn in the day. I hope to share that part with you here over the coming weeks.
Thank you for all your prayers. I will keep teaching as long as my strength holds up. I want to be able to take space here to share what God is doing in my life through my affliction with cancer. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I was flying pretty high before the diagnosis. I loved my life and could honestly say I enjoyed everything about it. I knew it was a gift from God and thanked Him for allowing it to be like that. Of course it hadn't always been that way, but it was at the time. My days started with prayer and Bible study, then writing, then working my Premier business. Yes, I was out every single evening of the week doing something, but it was all what I loved. The airplane was almost on autopilot.
I knew I was flying with others and that some of them would jump out of the plane occassionally. Now I don't like the idea of parashooting out of a flying airplane at all. It scares me spitless. I never wanted to do it and really thought that if I ever was forced to jump I might have a heart attack on the way down. So while flying through my life and knowing some of my co-passengers would have to jump, I pretended I never would.
The day I was diagnosed with cancer, the floor under my airplane seat gave way and I was air-dropped into a foreign country. My parachute opened and I landed without too much injury, but I couldn't speak the language, didn't know where the major landmarks were, and had about three road maps that all looked different. The "You Are Here" arrow was even missing.
To top it all off, when I finally learned enough of the language and got a single road map, I realized I had to jump off a cliff to get anywhere at all.
The foreign country is a place called Cancer and the cliff jump was into chemotherapy. I'm there now, I guess in mid-air of the jump. The parachute for this jump has had a few holes to patch, but it's holding up. I'm aiming for the target of tumor shrink. Please pray that God will guide me to that landing spot.
The coolest part of this whole thing is what God is teaching me along the way. I'm not sleeping much at night and that's when He is showing me what I was too busy to learn in the day. I hope to share that part with you here over the coming weeks.
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