It's so easy...EASY...to throw pity parties during a fast like this. Especially when I walked by the roaster chicken section at Publix this afternoon, but I started out my day scrolling through FB, and I'm glad I did. That's exactly how "holy" I am. Some people started their day out reading the Bible. I started out on FB. Just being real here. My perspective was thrown into the realm of holy, and the day has followed suit. See, I met a family this soccer season (Their son is now on my son's team). They lost their beautiful high school daughter to cancer last year this day. Their faith is unwavering. Their relationship is so sweet. Their son on our team is such a good guy. They inspire me.
I didn't know them last year. I wasn't able to walk with them through the battle, but if I'm called to row through the waves of grief that will come, I will (no one has ever blamed me for being too loyal).
See, Christians who fight cancer never lose.
They MIGHT lose the battle, OH, but they WIN the WAR!
Because, through Jesus, DEATH HAS BEEN SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY!
"To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." ~Revelation 21: 6,7
Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.
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