Saturday, January 5, 2019
Can you see it? Nestled in the sticks and the mud and then, there it is. Sometimes hard to find. Sometimes you must close your eyes to see it. Faith. Faith. On a walk with my son over eight years ago I made this little sign for myself, as he played on a tree swing tied to a tower of eucalyptus. I was in cancer camp at the time, and needed a reminder that I am the daughter of a King. That I am loved and favored. That He would pull me up out of the muck and the mire and plant my feet on solid rock.
It’s been almost nine years since I battled Stage 3 breast cancer but oh the legion of angels He sent me. Oh the blessings that rained on my life. In the early days of my diagnosis I cried out ‘why me Lord why me...’ Looking back now, I would not give it back. In my sickest darkest days faith was renewed, a marriage restored, strength and peace found in surrender to His Word and mercy. On this last day of this year, I am picking up my sword again, straightening my crown, gearing up for battle, and keeping my eyes on the hills from where my help will come. I’m part of a new and privileged club now; evidently just being a VIP member of the Sisterhood of Cancerous Breasts was not enough.
There is more for me to do and say and learn and educate, as I’ve been recently diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer aka Stage 4. ‘It’s in me bones’ she says ‘aaaargh’ like a Pirate. There ain’t no Stage 5 folks so I’ll be picking up my pen again, blogging again on this new journey, telling you about my sacred ordinary wherever it takes me. I always wanted to go to Club Med, not Club Met! Come with me dear Reader. I’ll need your company. And love. And prayers. Saying goodbye to 2018. Let’s do this 2019. I’m ready. Writergirldreams. That’s me.