of the pathology report of 3 lymph nodes that were removed this past week.
Diagnosed and treated for Stage 3 breast cancer from 2009 to 2012 was such an ordeal; a mastectomy, chemo theraphy, 3 breast reconstructive breast surgeries, not something that anyone wants to repeat, but now I must wait to see what's next, after I meet with the Oncologist for her prognosis and proposed treatment plan.
As soon as I heard that I have breast cancer, a thought immediately came to my mind that "It's time for me to take off the garment of grief!" Sorrow and stress has certainly taken it's toll on my heart, soul, mind and body, and I'm not surprised that my immune system has been compromised over the years.
Though I know that it is God who gives "beauty for ashes, joy for mourning and praise for the spirit of heaviness" (Isaiah 61:3), I also know after years of grieving, I must do my part in taking off the "garment of grief" that can become like a sackcloth of ashes over those who hurt and grieve.
Hearing the words "breast cancer" is an opportunity and a call for me to once again acknowledge the sovereignty of our God and also yet another time for God to show me His mercies that are "new every morning," that He might give me His strength to face what may be ahead of me.
Since receiving the news of the pathology report, I have heard Father God, the voice of truth, telling me that I am not the sum of my sorrows, disappointments or trials. That I belong to Him and that "this is for My glory, do not be afraid," and I am not afraid. Actually, when faced with trials such as this, I am thankful that my gift of faith kicks in and I find myself reaffirming my faith, hope and trust in God alone.
God's Word tells us that we are all "flowers quickly fading," and before this ole' gal fades away, I stand at the beginning of yet another challenge by renewing my commitment to live free, to make a difference in the lives of others, to tell people about the eternal love of God as displayed in the redeeming sacrifice of His Son Jesus Christ!
God is the breath in my lungs, and I belong to Him. Today, I proclaim with courage and conviction that I am blessed. And, because I know that I am a "daughter of the King," I am taking off the "garment of grief," that I might fully receive the "spirit of triumphant joy and praise!"
Gratitude Changes Everything,
Angie "a mom like you"