With October being Breast Cancer Awareness Month (in case you wonder what all the pink is about), many women (and men) share their stories of being diagnosed with cancer. Having two friends get diagnosed within the same week eight years ago, I remember it only from a secondary fright and concern. Fortunately, both are not just alive but thriving, even after both had a second bout with this terrible illness.
Our lives are not in our own hands, and our failure to control what we wish to control is a constant frustration. When our very bodies betray us, we are brought to our knees. And while God is not a child abuser, He desires us to seek him out (and if you're on your knees, that's great place to start) in sickness and in health.
Last Friday I had great plans to blog about a funny story of something that happened in the kennel years ago. Then, Tilly decided to have a seizure that lasted several minutes. I managed to get her outside, where she had a second one. I called the vet's office and they to bring her in. I carefully scooped her up and made the three minute trip.
Now I won't compare a person with breast cancer with a dog with epilepsy in terms of equal gravity. However, both instances remind us that life can turn on a dime from every day expectation to a complete change. In every case - in every mountain and valley - God is there. We need to run to Him. There, God provides comfort, guidance, and sometimes simply presence, with no explanation. And God's presence is an essential thing, no matter what.