I’m coming up to the one year anniversary of my surgery. The surgery that “should have” killed me. God had another plan. But reflecting on the time leading up to it, I can see how God was speaking to me and comforting me. And a year later, I am alive.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
Psalms 23:4
The thought of dying is scary. Trust me, it is. No matter how much faith and trust in the Lord a person has, facing mortality is hard. Fear of pain, compassion for the family and friends left behind, all the things you’ve left undone. It is a lot to carry.
As I’ve endured this very hard season in my life. (Hard season is what I’ve been calling this tremendous trial of pain and suffering, by the way.) I have cried out to God in anger, fear, frustration, hope, trust, love. A range of emotions that varies moment to moment.
Dying is that inevitability that we all face. And it still sucks. I’ve been sick for so long, slowly…
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