Tears to Triumph

 

I tend to seek the good in everything.

 

My tears often turn to triumph. A lot has to do with you lifting me up, praying for me, being the hands and feet and heart of Jesus.

 

The Pet scan was not what we hoped for.

 

The good news is the cancer is gone in the radiated areas.

 

The bad news is there are more mets to more bones. Ribs, lumbar and thoracic spine, right side pubic bone.

 

Praise God there is nothing in the organs.

 

I feel numb.

 

Do I have the strength to carry on, to fight the good fight?  Will I be old like I heard God tell me?

 

What more am I to learn?

 

How will this be a blessing?

 

Will it be so painful I will cry daily tears?

 

Will I still run and swim and bike praising my Lord and Savior with every step.

 

Will I be bedridden? Can I praise God then?

 

Will our boys rise up or will this be another knock out punch.

 

Haven’t we all been through enough?

 

Have you ever noticed that when you are at the end of your rope, love enters?

 

Perhaps it’s a call, a note, a word, a song, a vision, a bird, a whisper, a friend, a hug.

 

This time, it was a friend’s vision.

 

She saw Aslan, the lion, the representation of Jesus in the book by CS Lewis “The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe”.  Aslan was on our dock, strong legs holding him high as his golden hair swung gently in the breeze.

 

Underneath Aslan, was a vision of me, beaten and bruised.

 

Aslan had come to rescue me. He had come to stop the attacks. With His eyes, He told the world “Enough”

 

Wow what great hope. I hold that vision close to my heart as I carry on.

 

God is so sweet.

 

As a child, the book I loved best in the whole wide world was “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe”. Sending Aslan in my friends vision was no mistake. God knew exactly what I would need to rise again.

 

He knows each one of us intimately. He knows what we need and when we need it.

 

Do we have our eyes open to see the multiple ways He is trying to get our attention?

 

Do we have the courage to step out in faith and give others hope when we feel that inner prompting?

Your word, your gift can change a life.

 

God uses it all for good. He uses others like you and me to lift one another up. To speak life and pray when we can’t. Hebrews 12:2 reminds me that we must fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame and sat down at the right hand of the throne of Grace.

Can you imagine willingly and joyfully going to the cross? What an example we have to follow.

 

 

Jesus is our rock, our salvation, our strong tower.

 

 

I won’t let this news defeat me. I will choose joy. I will choose life. I will choose to embrace the day glorifying God as best I can.

 

Screw Cancer.

 

I am going to Nationals.

 

The warrior inside is alive and kicking. God made me an athlete. I love running, biking and swimming. It is when I feel closest to God. It is when the beauty of creation comes brilliantly alive.

 

I don’t know what tomorrow brings, none of us do. But I won’t waste time worrying. Fear is liar. It steals our peace, our joy, our rest.

 

We are called to so much more.

 

Are you suffering today? Is something keeping you in chains?

 

Is fear creeping in?

 

Cry out to Jesus and He will fill you with the peace that passes all understanding. He will give you hope. He will help you rise above your circumstances and thrive.

Cancer isn’t crushing me, its motivating me. It’s motivating me to break new barriers.

It’s motivating me to boldly spread the good news of the gospel.

 

The world needs our gifts. We do nothing if we hide away or let fear stop us. Let’s courageously embrace our unlimited potential glorifying God as long as we have breath.

 

I begin a new-targeted chemo on Monday. Please pray for healing and no side effects. The alternative care will continue as well. Both are keys to crushing this cancer. My healing and victory await.

 

 

Thank you for all for your love, encouragement, support and prayers.

 

God bless you.

 

All my love, Karen

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