I was undone one day last week by an article that indicated my life expectancy. The article itself was sent in love, but all my simple mind could see was the statistical data for how long I would live. Up until that point, Jason and I had been broken and crying, but so full of peace. That evening I would not sleep, I was sick, and I continually added the number listed to each of my children, and I lost my peace.
Grace showed up the next day in a big, big way. When I woke up, I was in bad shape. I asked my neighbor if she could take my son, Lake, for the day, and then a friend called to see if she could bring me dinner. I asked her if she was willing to prepare it at my house and watch Story Jane. She said yes and came right over. I then called a woman I knew who had walked the road I was on. She came at 1 pm to take me for a walk. She offered joy in the midst of my pain, and hope for a beautiful story all my own. I felt my peace being restored throughout that time.
I came home exhausted and asked my dear I’m cooking-you-dinner-friend if she minded if I took a nap. She scooted me upstairs and off to bed. I woke up a little later and realized Jen Lintz was coming to take our last family pictures where I would have hair. I came downstairs bleary-eyed and wondered aloud what our gang was going to wear for pictures. My cooking-dinner-friend said, “You said you liked my dress, right?” She then walked out to her car to get some extra clothes, came back in, and literally took the dress off her back and gave it to me. That’s right, I really have those kinds of friends, friends who will take my children, clean my house, cook my dinner, take our family’s picture, take me on encouraging walks, and give me the shirt (or dress) right off their back.
I call that dress my “grace dress.” I literally wore it for three days in a row after my dear friend gave it to me. I wear it to anything that feels hard. I will be wearing it to my first chemo treatment. Yesterday I cut off all my hair so it won’t be as hard for the kids when I lose it. I wore my grace dress. After my haircut I decided to sleep in it. Cutting my hair was not really the hard part. I’ve had short hair many times in my life. It was why I had to cut it. After cutting it short, my next step will be cutting it bald. Grace will have to show up that day like a comfy gray cotton dress. And I believe it will.
I feel so very loved. Our family has been embraced, prayed for, and miraculous peace has shown up in very real ways. I know I am not facing cancer alone. I know it.
Meditation: “But we believe that we will be saved through the grace of the Lord Jesus, just as they will. ” – Acts 15:11
Also Read:
- Understanding God: He is Quick and Dispassionate
- Nehemiah’s Leadership Playbook: Zeal
- He Was God Backed
- Saved from Idol Worship and Death
- An Easter Reflection
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