When you’re sitting in that doctor’s office, waiting to find out what is wrong, I know you’re scared. I wish I could come and sit down beside you, hold your hand, and reassure you that it’s going to be okay. No matter what news she tells you, it’s going to be okay.
Your world might change in an instant. I know there are so many feelings swirling inside you and that you’re fighting back the tears, but it’s going to be okay.
Even if it doesn’t feel like it, God is holding you.
He knows exactly what’s going to come out of that doctor’s mouth. He knows how you’re going to be shocked (but also not that shocked because you knew something wasn’t right). You knew something was coming, but I know it doesn’t make it any easier.
I know none of this makes sense right now. How could this news be delivered to you? You’re young. You’re active. You eat well. You’ve got so much going for you. Why is this happening? I know you’re asking that question. I know you don’t understand any of it.
Neither did I.
I still don’t.
I can’t make sense of it most days. I can’t just wish it away.
I can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist.
But even in these moments of uncertainty and frustration, God is holding your hand. I know because He’s been holding mine. Even when I want to scream at the top of my lungs and just be normal, I know He’s there with me.
He reminds me this isn’t the end. This life we live is so temporary. One day, my body is going to be healed. My body is going to be whole. I know that, but I also know things are going to be challenging on this side of Heaven.
Even when I can’t change the circumstances of this life, I can cling to the God who never changes, the God who is good even through the bad. I can hold on to his promises that He has something way better than this flawed life.
I cling to that. I cling to Him.
Sweet friend, I hope you do the same.