When I found out I had cancer only nine months after my husband died, I didn’t think I even wanted to survive it. I was numb. I was exhausted. I was grief-stricken. I didn’t have any fight left. Frankly, I was ready to go to Heaven.
But God…
Allowed me to see the fear in the eyes of my daughter, reminding me of the treasures I yet possessed here on earth. Surrounded me with a squad of selfless warrior women who held up my arms (literally and biblically!) Provided skilled and tender-hearted medical personnel for each step of the journey. Gave me both strength and rest to endure the fight. Taught me new and wonderful things about Himself along the way.
I didn’t sign up for cancer—or widowhood, or child-loss—but I’m thankful for the shards of treasure I’ve found in the rubble. Riches like these can only be discovered through breaking.
And God is really good at taking broken things and making them beautiful.
