It’s been a while since I've shared anything about my dad’s
cancer.
Maybe it’s because giving the situation up to God has put my soul at
rest. I've placed my father’s health in my God’s hands and walked away in full
trust. I know God will do what is best, and I’m okay with whatever that is.
Well…treatments have stopped and we've been placed in a
waiting period for the last 6 weeks. I’m human in admitting that I've been fidgety
once or twice while waiting for test results. These results will determine if
all the treatments worked, what the next step is…all that cancer stuff.
A few days ago, I was sitting in the car while Mike drove us
home. I looked at the gorgeous fall leaves and took in my favorite season when
I realized something. I had a choice to make.
Tuesday’s test results
were going to change my life.
I would either hear “The treatments have worked.
You’re father is in good health!” or “I’m sorry, we’ll try and come up in
another plan to battle this cancer.”
I have no control over what the doctor
tells us, that’s God’s plan. But I do have a choice in how I will react.
I have decided with whatever news comes my way, I will rejoice
in my God.
He loves me, and he loves my dad more than I ever could. I
know that I can trust him now and always because of that love.
So…if Dad is cancer free, I will praise my God.
If Dad isn't getting
any better, I will praise my God.
Tuesday will bring news that will change the rest of my life…but
that news can’t break my relationship with my God.
Dad, if you’re reading this…I love you.






















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