Month: March 2015
But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD, I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in Your hand….” Psalm 31:14-15 (NASB)
“The results of your mammogram were inconclusive.” Traci nearly always receives this letter and nothing is found. I returned for another mash and smash session that afternoon. On the black and gray screen, shining bright and white was an M&M sized dot.
A biopsy and three days later my family doctor and friend called to confirm what God had placed on my heart. That bright, white dot was breast cancer. That April, 2010, was the beginning of another, life-long adventure with my Savior.
No matter where this journey carried me or where it ended my Savior promised me that my times are in His hand. I experienced nervousness that I might behave so as not to honor Jesus. I also thrilled that ultimately, at the end of this time I would receive one of God’s greatest blessings!
Held in His hand on this new path through mountain tops and valleys the blessings poured into my life. Newly married Michelle, soon to be in heaven with Jesus, approached this newbie after my signing in at the infusion center on the day of my first chemotherapy treatment. She demonstrated her trust in God joyfully even to the end of her short life. At my second treatment He blessed me when He led me to encourage a frightened Toni receiving her first chemo-cocktail. At my third infusion was Katie, enthusiastically celebrating her final treatment, reminding me to look ahead, to see joy no matter the circumstances. As Becky sat nervously across from me in the waiting area at my fourth infusion I removed my necklace and placed it around her neck. I had worn it reminding me to never give up because of God’s faithfulness.
At each of the eight infusions over sixteen weeks, the seven weeks of radiation and the numerous scans and feed-Dracula lab appointments, Jesus provided an opportunity to be loved and to love and encourage others. Because He kept me in His hand and showered me with blessings I left each time hopeful and full of peace. Bring on the mash and smash! My times in His loving hand are indeed beautiful. Do you trust that your times are in His hand? I pray that your times be beautiful as well.