I have a story. A true story. A not-so-happy story. A story that includes God's grace, love, comfort, peace, and hope. It doesn't sound that unhappy, I know. But with the good, comes the bad. This story also includes, sorrow and mourning.
I'll start at the beginning.
My grandma is in her 70s but you would never know it because she is really 17 at heart. She is a hilarious, fun, gracious, loving, forgiving, and understanding woman. She has contagious laughter and it is impossible to not absolutely love her.
My grandma makes friends with everyone she meets. I often wonder how she keeps up with all the people in her life. Oh, did I mention that she has 21 grandchildren and 7 or 8 great grandchildren? She is one of those people that calls on a regular basis and writes cards to everyone for no particular reason. Everyone in her life is beyond blessed to know her. I know I am.
Last week, we received some hard news. News that would seemingly change our lives. Forever. Grandma was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. The doctors found lumps in her limphnodes and after further testing, discovered that she has lung cancer. The only option being, chemo, which will only buy her a little bit of time.
With one granddaughter's wedding coming up and a whole lot of life still yet to be lived, the news, naturally, came as a pretty hard blow. Not only to her, but to everyone. Everyone in her life. Especially grandpa.
What the future holds for my sweet grandma is still unsure, but one thing remains certain: God's grace never fails.
There is a reason that this trial has struck my family.
There is a reason that God has put this into His plan.
There is still hope. For my grandma and for my family.
Only God can provide true peace and comfort.
Only he can perform miracles.
To say that I know the reason, or that I fully have hope, or that I have experienced that peace completely would be a lie.
To say that God will perform a miracle, would set myself up for defeat.
But there is always hope. There is always faith.
I have faith in my Jesus.
No matter what, one thing remains certain: His grace never fails.
I don't know what the future holds and I don't know what God's plan is. But I do know that His grace has showered over my family and that He has blessed us in more ways than I can count. His grace and His mercy are abundant in our lives and always will be. I have hope.
Whatever happens, whether God heals my grandma or not, one thing remains certain: His grace and His love never fail.
God is good.
I'll start at the beginning.
My grandma is in her 70s but you would never know it because she is really 17 at heart. She is a hilarious, fun, gracious, loving, forgiving, and understanding woman. She has contagious laughter and it is impossible to not absolutely love her.
My grandma makes friends with everyone she meets. I often wonder how she keeps up with all the people in her life. Oh, did I mention that she has 21 grandchildren and 7 or 8 great grandchildren? She is one of those people that calls on a regular basis and writes cards to everyone for no particular reason. Everyone in her life is beyond blessed to know her. I know I am.
Last week, we received some hard news. News that would seemingly change our lives. Forever. Grandma was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. The doctors found lumps in her limphnodes and after further testing, discovered that she has lung cancer. The only option being, chemo, which will only buy her a little bit of time.
With one granddaughter's wedding coming up and a whole lot of life still yet to be lived, the news, naturally, came as a pretty hard blow. Not only to her, but to everyone. Everyone in her life. Especially grandpa.
What the future holds for my sweet grandma is still unsure, but one thing remains certain: God's grace never fails.
There is a reason that this trial has struck my family.
There is a reason that God has put this into His plan.
There is still hope. For my grandma and for my family.
Only God can provide true peace and comfort.
Only he can perform miracles.
To say that I know the reason, or that I fully have hope, or that I have experienced that peace completely would be a lie.
To say that God will perform a miracle, would set myself up for defeat.
But there is always hope. There is always faith.
I have faith in my Jesus.
No matter what, one thing remains certain: His grace never fails.
I don't know what the future holds and I don't know what God's plan is. But I do know that His grace has showered over my family and that He has blessed us in more ways than I can count. His grace and His mercy are abundant in our lives and always will be. I have hope.
Whatever happens, whether God heals my grandma or not, one thing remains certain: His grace and His love never fail.
God is good.
Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good!
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!
Psalm 34:8
