It’s been a busy few weeks in our house.
My son discovered that 20lbs of flour is really fun to spread around. On the floors…on clean clothes…in the dryer freshly emptied of those clean clothes. He also discovered that he has to take out many, many bags of garbage at 25 cents each to earn enough money to replace that flour!
He learned that rocks will fit in his nose, but that doesn’t make it a good place to put them.
And last night, they discovered that we are all human. All of us. We all have bad days, we all love someone, and we all get scared sometimes.
You see, their Grandma was diagnosed with cancer after finding a lump in her breast last year. After much research and prayer, they really felt that God was placing it on their hearts to try a naturopath rather than surgery and radiation. And for this last year, she has changed her eating habits, lost weight, and we thought, kept the cancer at bay. With regular checkups, the naturopath said she was doing great.
And this is the part where I remind everyone reading this that it wasn’t your decision. You weren’t the one to have those conversations with God. So keep your opinions to yourself as we are a hurting bunch here right now.
She was admitted to the hospital and it turns out, the naturopath was wrong. Her chest cavity is now home to a much larger tumor. So large in fact that they are looking at making her comfortable for the time she has left on this earth. And so last night, they prayed for their grandparents. And they loved on their grandpa in the only way their little hearts could. They hugged him. They told him they loved him. And they believed us when we told them the doctors were working to make grandma better. Because at 5 and 3.5, what else can you say?
This is the same woman that I credit with really introducing me to God. She has been a prayer warrior for almost every person I know. She never judges or makes you feel bad about your journey so far, no matter what has happened. And she will willingly lay her heart on the line to help anyone.
And she has faith that can move mountains. I had actually bought a wooden word of “faith” written script style. Except when I got it home, it was broke. Into four pieces. I thought it was beyond repair, and was ready to throw it out. Until God laid it on my heart to glue it back together. It didn’t have to be perfect, it just had to hold. And so I did. Then I made it into a sign for her and told her that even though her body may be broken, her faith was still strong. This was a couple weeks ago. Before we knew how broken her body really was.
I know I have rambled. And I don’t know who needed to hear this today, but the moral of this story is that even in the valley, God has not changed. He hasn’t abandoned us. He hasn’t given up on us. And he hasn’t altered in his desire for great things for us. He is still faithful, walking right beside us. He is the same whether we are struggling in the valley, or standing in awe of all he’s done at the top of a mountain. And he loves us so much more than we can ever imagine.
I don’t know where my mother in law’s journey will end. I know we have a long fight ahead of us. I know that if she wins this battle, my children will get the chance to make more memories with this amazing example of gods love and faithfulness . And if this battle is not to be won, then she will be up on heaven reuniting with those who have gone before her, and having no more pain in her body anymore. And I know that no matter what, she leaves this earth a better place for every day she has here with us.
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