THE LULU CHRONICLES
The Hubs was diagnosed with Stage Three melanoma two years
ago. A little over six weeks ago we were told he had now entered Stage Four—the
cancer had found its way into his liver. In an instant nothing was as it had
been.
How do you move forward when the skids have been knocked out
from under you? How do you get air back into your lungs when you’ve been
punched in the stomach? How do you protect everything and everyone you cherish from
this horrible threat? How do your find the strength to get off the chair and
walk out of the doctor’s office after such news? How do you stop the fear from
strangling you? How do you find the control to keep a deep agonizing moaning
from escaping from your gut and breaking all the glass around you? How do you….
The answer is you
don’t. You can’t do any of the above. You are helpless. You are clueless. You
are weak. You are over your head. You have no control. You have no rudder. You
have no paddle. You have no compass. You have no map. You have no cape. You have
no super powers. You have nothing.
Lying in the rubble that was once your life you are forced
to admit a hard reality. You were always helpless, clueless and in over your
head. Cancer didn’t do that to you. Arrogance and self-importance are smoke and
mirrors.
You can’t. You never could.
It’s Him. It’s always been Him.
He is your
strength. He is your compass. He is your rudder. He owns the cape.
How do I get through my days? I don’t. He does it for me.
My Rock. My Redeemer.
deb
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