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Friday, April 18, 2014

Friday's Troubles

Well, I have been meaning to write a post for a while, so as usual, I have about ten topics I feel like I could write about.

We'll start with an update. Our trip to New York went well! It wasn't exactly what we were expecting, but I'm glad we went. The Doctor was with us very briefly and basically said that the new spot I have is too small to biopsy so we have to wait and see if it grows. I go back in the beginning of May to scan and see if it's large enough to biopsy. If it is, we will discuss options then, if not, we will keep waiting.

Here's a picture of us at Wicked!


It has been really nice to have a break from treatment, but it's just still such a hard journey to be on.

Our situation is just hard. Cancer sucks. Suffering sucks.

I have been thinking more and more about the concept of suffering, especially as Easter is approaching.

Since we started this dreadful journey almost exactly two years ago, I have been told countless things about suffering.
Suffering is what draws us closer to God.
Suffering is what makes us more like Jesus.
Suffering is what allows us to think beyond ourselves.
Suffering is a reminder of our sin. Suffering is actually a gift from God.

I try to find comfort in these things, but the truth is. Suffering sucks. It's hard and it's terrible. I hurt. I'm disappointed. I'm mourning the things I'll never have. I'm struggling. Because SUFFERING IS HARD!!!!

I know that my suffering doesn't come close the the suffering that Jesus experienced. However, I think I understand this portion of scripture more now than I ever have before.

"Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done." Luke 22:42


I have begged and pleaded for God to just take this cancer away. If not for my sake then for David's or my family's or my church's. I am weary. I am worn. I need good news.

Today is Good Friday. It's the day Christ died for us. He went through the ultimate suffering. He was separated from God. Everyone thought that all was lost as He breathed his last breath.

I know the feeling. I've felt so helpless, so hopeless, so abandoned.

In this stage of my journey it's Friday. It's been Friday for a while.

But Sunday is the day we celebrate. Sunday is when Christ conquered death and miraculously rose from the dead. Everything that seemed to be on Friday was obliterated on Sunday! Literally all that was wrong was made right again. All that seemed so hopeless and lost and abandoned completely changed in one day, in one moment! Praise God!

I can only hope that one day all of my Friday woes and troubles will be obliterated as well. That just like Jesus, the things that keep me up at night, the tears and sobs that physically hurt, the fears and doubts, the begging and pleading for a different path, the pain I see on those that love me will all be but memories.

I don't know when my Sunday will come. Truthfully, I don't know if my Sunday will come in this life. But I have to hope and believe that my Sunday is coming too. I hope in a God who is constantly turning Fridays into Sundays throughout scripture and in other people's lives. My suffering is momentary. My anguish and hurt and despair is temporary.

I have to hope for Sunday, even though Friday is so completely awful.

If you are hurting. If you are suffering. I pray you can look forward to your Sunday. We serve a Risen Savior! The Lord did not allow Jesus to stay dead, and I don't believe He will allow us to stay in our suffering! Praise God for Sunday!

Lord please bring Sunday.