Hope Overshadows Grief
Yeah, I try not to complain. 😬😅
Complaining is a “wilderness attitude” (Israelites struggled with that some back in the day). But today, on what is, Lord willing, my last day of chemo, I feel comfortable saying that I truly hate how I feel right now. The nausea and body ache is bad. So bad that even on days I’m not sick, if I thought about the feelings I feel in this picture right here I could barf and cry just thinking about. (to be under dramatic about it 😉😆 I think I say that every post lol)
I read through the whole Bible over the summer, it was so powerful and such a blessing! When I finally got to the climax of the crucifixion, I cried.
What a powerful love story.
Humanity’s need tor a savior created the necessity for the King of Kings to become the “man of sorrow, acquainted with grief” Isaiah 53:3
Honestly focusing on the reality of what Christ suffered on my behalf has put my heart in check more often this year than I’d like to admit. My desire to have a wilderness attitude and hate on how sick I feel is thrown into prospective when I look at the cross; the love story of the pages of scripture; The Gospel, a historically validated collection of writings.
The salvation and redemption plan told throughout 66 books, 40 authors, all telling the same congruent story! Divinely protected by a sovereign loving God, stories that are just dripping with grace, mercy; compassion and love.
The account of the man Jesus living and dying for the sins of the world. What Christ did for us is the most romantic story that’s ever been told, and I love him so much for it.
I guess I learned this year that I need the gospel today as much as I did the day I asked Jesus into my heart when I was 6 years old. Hope combats wilderness living, and the attitudes that go along with it. This hope is a saving grace in my life. Not that the cross changes the reality of the pain of how I feel or what I’ve gone through, but hope overshadows grief.
Not the hope of my cancer never coming back but hope in my relationship with my Savior.