Amidst the angst there was peace. It was nestled down below all the layers of the tumultuous turmoil. It was in the deepest corner of my soul, flickering it’s light just enough to carry me through. As each thunder rolled through its course of questioning, it beckoned a promise…and a purpose.
I am in this. Make it known.
His call echoed through every dark canyon of despair, every winding turn through this maze of the unknown. I heard Him, felt Him, and believed Him.
But funny thing- the Hope wasn’t attached to the tumor’s outcome…and what was to come, as precious people prayed for that and so did I.
The hope was firmly grasped onto Him.
I had no confidence in where I would be going… there was nothing to trust, nothing to believe. It was a reality I could not control- or wish hard enough to take away-to fight with such intensity, that it might steer my course differently.
This small moment on my timeline was crafted and created in this fallen world we all live in. What peace can possibly dwell in that?
Perhaps there are bits of peace that flutter in and out of hearts with beautiful wishes and encouraging hope. I know I have been drenched in goodness and love more than I could ever dream. Prayers are powerful. And the beauty that lies in deep friendships, fierce loyalty and enduring support is true and real. Oh, how deeply I cherish this part of humanity.
There is true comfort in that.
But I believe peace- can’t be found there.
The tumor- this short-lived path to a beautiful place of benign…
The “bad luck” that will brush the face of every one of us, somehow-someday…
Is simply life here on earth- simply that.
For the ebb and flow of the state of affairs and the condition of our hearts and this place we all live in-
This my friends, is the only peace you will find in this world-
It’s out of this world.