shadows of frozen pain
I choose to forget
It was many winters ago now. Life was empty and what little I had was slipping through my fingers. “You have cancer” were words I could not bear to add to my void.
The scepter of fear wanted to rob days and precious memories that might be the last with young children.
Hope comes in strange forms as does healing.
The hospital I was admitted to was an Oasis for those with little to cling to.
This week I lost my little sister to Cancer. Her fingers slowly lost grip of this life. She was cheerful at the end and surrounded by love.
He is the radiance of the glory of God and the exact imprint of his nature, and he upholds the universe by the word of his power.
We have no control or our days or when they might slip away but we have a hope in Christ. He cures the sick, the suffering and the person in bondage.