As mentioned, last summer we lost my dad, followed by losing my husband’s dad last fall.
Both to lung cancer.
I hate cancer.
Oh, and since I’m on a roll, I’ll add we had to put our beloved family dog down a few days after my dad passed.
Yes, you heard that correctly, a few days after.
Lots of grief, but in reflecting where I left off with this oye-vey-lung-cancer-fighting-year, while it’s confirming God is strength and peace in pain, and fills hearts with love even when suffering, more than ever I’m grateful for the gift of simply being able to take one day at a time.
One. Day. At. A. Time.
In taking one day at a time, I get in my proverbial boat each day, ask God for guidance, paddle, breath, take in the artistry of His creation, breath more, and when the storms of grief rise around me I exhale Jesus’ life giving, healing words:
“Be still” (Mark 4:39).
The gift of not having to be anything but still; in the “right-now,” even if surrounded by a storm of grief, reminds me Jesus’ trust in His Heavenly Father is so infinite, He slept trough a literal storm, on a boat.
On a boat!
Jesus comfortable rest as waves from the sea pummeled Him on a boat is reminder to let God be God.
After all, Jesus did.