surgery

Being sick is no fun. I'm not a very good sick person..I hate it when people have to take care of me. I am VERY independent (most of the time), so needing help is not something I am good at per se. 

Watching someone else be sick is even worse. I hate seeing people hurt. I want to fix things, and I struggle when I can't. It hurts my heart like no other.

This season is really hard. It is hard to watch someone you love battle something that you can't do anything about...but that's the beauty in the season (yes, I just said that). We have no control. Yes, there is sadness, fear, and anticipation of what will happen. More than that though, this is a story of how God has intersected our lives and is forcing us out of our comfort zones to trust Him in ways we have never had to before. We are expecting Him to show up in ways we've never seen. 

Dad's surgery Wednesday went well. The cancer mass was removed, and the hope is that radiation in 3-4 weeks (once he has some time to heal) will get rid of any lingering cancer cells. I covet your prayers for my dad's healing, treatment options, and the doctors' wisdom. 

This story..it's a story of joy being discovered in sorrow, of learning the value of celebrating progress, of hope in the midst of uncertainty, of faith that is built in the midst of trials.

Sad stories have no hope, no beauty, no joy..only sadness. That is not our story. That is not God's story.  While I am sad that we are experiencing this season, that I have to watch someone I love not feel so great, I am not scared. I have to fight my naturally pessimistic attitude and know that my God is BIG. 

Romans 12:12 "Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer."

-Courtney