Shifting, I punch the pillow in an attempt to get comfortable. Pain and the sense of the unknown have stabbed me into wakefulness. The swelling underneath my arm still remains.
Things continue to fall away. Cancer has taken most everything this time, leaving only suffering and scars. And fear.
“There is nothing to fear in the wilderness of suffering–it is the land where God woos. The crush of crisis is but a passage into communion with Christ,” says Ann Voskamp. I rest the book on the couch.
Shaking, I trace the jagged incisions with my finger and then desperately grab my phone to read a few Bible verses. Pushing back with faith.
When misery and loss leave us breathless, we can choose God.