Today was the closest thing to a normal day I've had in the past week. With the return to a bit more normal life, the cares... and fears of this life begin to try to settle down upon me again. As I prepare for post-surgery appointments, treatment decisions, etc. it is easy to allow the dire predictions of man to overwhelm you and provide fertile ground for seeds of fear to prosper in.
In this life, we are going to have high, wonderful, powerful moments when it seems like nothing can stop us. Those are wonderful! Our faith is strong. We can clearly see the light. We are confident and our eyes are fixed on him. Then suddenly without warning, the waves roll over us and we feel like we're desperately fighting to survive. We try to cry out, but our mouths fill with water. We stretch out our hand toward the Son. We can't see him, feel him or hear him but we stretch out our hand anyways. He's just got to be there!
As wave after wave of fear tries to overwhelm me, I turn to God's Word. Imagine that! God's very Word for me to read and hear!
In peace I will lie down and sleep,
for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe.
I ponder these precious words for a few moments. It's exactly what I need to still the storm trying to rise up within me. A lot of people in the medical field have a lot to say about my prognosis over the next five years. They're not the ones who can keep me safe. In the end, what they say or think in regards to me really doesn't matter. What someone else's story was really doesn't matter either.
He is the only one who knows my story from beginning to end. Only he has the power to decide what he will and will not do. Man's statistics and predictions mean nothing to God. God will do what he chooses to do in the way he wishes to do things. It is God alone, only God, who keeps me safe.
*8/18/11--This blog is now part of a series entitled Walking With God In The Midst of Cancer