Cancer is not good. You probably knew that already. I’m sure many of you have had experiences with it yourself or through a loved one.  Cancer took my mother’s life when she was 44 and I was 11 years old. I have had other family members fight their battles and in my career I have seen hundreds of people go through it and lose. There are many, many stories of survival and I want to tell you a little about mine. I mostly want to tell you of one little part about it. Really, it is what God taught me through one little part of it. I learned a lot of other things such as how awesome my family is, and the power of having so many family and friends pray for me. But, here it is.
In December of 2017 I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. The story of all that is amazing in itself, but I will save that for another time. I had surgery on March 12, 2018. And as I write this on Sunday, January 27, 2019 I am cancer free. There is a whole lot that goes into all that but like I said, another day.
The part that I really can’t stop thinking about I get from Matthew 6:25-34, Do Not Worry, “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life,…” Once I was diagnosed in December I could not see past March. I am a planner and a worrier. That’s how I function. I don’t think it’s good but I can’t help it. But during those four months, I lived for that day, or that moment. It was the most peaceful feeling eve, to be free from my normal daily worries. Yes, I did have the thought of CANCER is in my body. But, I truly was at peace. I have never experienced a peace like this before. It was like God scooped me up in His hands and said it will be okay.
After the surgery, and now almost a year later, I am cancer free and I have struggled with the thought of why cancer gave me freedom of worry, but knowing my Lord Jesus Christ didn’t. Or, did He use that event as a catalyst to have me understand that Bible verse. He knows how dense I am and shows Himself to me in a unique way. He has shown me that He has my back many times since then, but sometimes I still struggle with the ability to live for the moment.
I am so grateful for that lesson (not the cancer), and I continue to learn from it. Thank you Lord for going before me. Thank you for already having everything covered. And thank you for teaching me so that I may understand it.

 If you are experiencing grief now or have in the past, what is the hardest time of the day for you? Is it mornings, evenings? And, how do you get through those difficult times? Share your experience with us so we can help each other?