Cancer

It’s back. It’s been five years since round two and we were hopeful that things would be different, that her Sapling and living and laughing would somehow rewrite those test results, undo the shattering words spoken.

But instead, mystery. The trials and character and perseverance. The only-hope clinging.  

It all seems so relentless. Like these last six of 30 years have packed in enough uncertainty and anguish for a lifetime, that these parents are hanging on by a thread and one more drive to the hospital may just do them in, that this sister doesn’t know how to love best and be joy and ease the pain even a little.

Where are you, Jesus? 

We’ve seen you before in working nerves, faithful friends, clear PET scans and our eyes are wide, hearts stretched, as we wait for more. We wait with divine expectation and patience and great peace. 

You promise the treasures of darkness and the hoards in secret places and we ask for your night vision. 

Impart your faith. Keep catching our tears. We boldly ask!