It’s been a while since I've shared anything about my dad’s cancer.
Maybe it’s because giving the situation up to God has put my soul at rest. I've placed my father’s health in my God’s hands and walked away in full trust. I know God will do what is best, and I’m okay with whatever that is.
Well…treatments have stopped and we've been placed in a waiting period for the last 6 weeks. I’m human in admitting that I've been fidgety once or twice while waiting for test results. These results will determine if all the treatments worked, what the next step is…all that cancer stuff.
A few days ago, I was sitting in the car while Mike drove us home. I looked at the gorgeous fall leaves and took in my favorite season when I realized something. I had a choice to make.
Tuesday’s test results were going to change my life.
I would either hear “The treatments have worked. You’re father is in good health!” or “I’m sorry, we’ll try and come up in another plan to battle this cancer.”
I have no control over what the doctor tells us, that’s God’s plan. But I do have a choice in how I will react.
I have decided with whatever news comes my way, I will rejoice in my God.
He loves me, and he loves my dad more than I ever could. I know that I can trust him now and always because of that love.
So…if Dad is cancer free, I will praise my God.
If Dad isn't getting any better, I will praise my God.
Tuesday will bring news that will change the rest of my life…but that news can’t break my relationship with my God.
Dad, if you’re reading this…I love you.