His great plan

I heard a voice thunder from the Throne: “Look! Look! God has moved into the neighbourhood, making his home with men and women! They’re his people, he’s their God. He’ll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone.” Revelation 21:3-4 

Most of the time, for us, cancer isn’t a daily reality in our lives. And we like it that way. 

It’s hard to completely forget though when that yearly scan comes along to remind me that I had brain cancer at the age of 14. It’s one of those things you know you have to do but you dread because you might not like the outcome. We always pray it’ll be clear just like the year before. Is there really any other way to pray? Even praying, “Let your will be done,” seems risky. I only want God’s will to be one thing: a clean brain scan.

As I was reading a devotion that was sent to me, she so eloquently put exactly what I've been thinking:  "So often I feel that as a Christian I’m supposed to be accepting of bad things because it’s part of “God’s will”. I know God is in control. I felt it when I was first diagnosed and we have witnessed miracles when it comes to my health. But I don't think cancer is part of his will. God can use cancer to fulfill his purposes, but I don’t think God condones cancer. I think God hates cancer as much as I do. I find it pretty strange that cancer would be part of God’s will, when Revelations 21:3-4 says that when God takes us home to live with him forever there will be no sickness, pain or death. Sickness, pain and death: three words that could sum up the cancer experience for millions of people."

Yet God chooses to have none of that in heaven. In fact, he hated those things so much that he sent his own son to die, so that we could live forever without sickness, pain or death. 

I’m not sure why there is sickness, pain or death now. I wrestle with the idea that a good God can allow bad things to happen. I don’t have all the answers to why God needs to wipe so many of our tears away. 

All I have is, hope. A steady confidence that God doesn’t waste anything in my life and that he definitely does not squander sickness, pain or death. 

Well our BIG day is finally here. The past few months have been an awful road to travel on and adding to it the disheartening memory loss and excruciating headaches have made it difficult to keep my eyes on the "prize".  As we prepare our heart and minds for whatever happens Monday there is a sense of peace (for the most part). When I say we, that includes everyone that has been walking with Allen and I the past few weeks of waiting. You have been praying with us, been a shoulder to cry on, an encouraging word or even a comforting hug. 

We don't know the outcome of our days here on Earth because we are not promised tomorrow. I just have to believe, what ever His plan be, that it is BIGGER than I could ever imagine. I am prepared for whatever comes our way whether it be complete healing or fighting cancer. I've done it once and I can do it again.