hate

Hate is such a strong word.  A word we caution our kids about.   "Reserve that word for when you really need it."  "You don't hate spaghetti, you just don't like  it."

Our pastor talked about hate a short time ago.   He spoke from his heart about how he hates sin.  He longs for a world without pornography, adultery, falling short, and then the big one cancer.  He stood before us and talked about how much he hates cancer.  He is sick of cancer taking the people of his flock.  He hates.  It was good for me to hear him talk with such honesty. 

cancer

That walk through the valley of the shadow of death.  Those who have not walked that path have no idea of its depths and darkness.  Those of us who have loved ones on the trail, can only hope and pray and cry out. 

My beautiful little Mom, fighting cancer, again.  I hate cancer.  I don't know why it has come again.  I don't understand this plan of God's.  Yes, I do trust in Him that He is in ultimate control.  And I pray that this time of fighting will draw my Mom and her Man closer to Him, the Savior, the Rest, the Redeemer, The Leader of the fight.  But I don't like it. 

Here it is Christmas.  We are walking through Advent.  Come! we implore. 

My Mom walks a different walk. 

Lord that your light would shine through the dark and light up the path for my sweet Mom, warm her with your love, shelter her under your wings.  Send your Comforter to comfort her, give her that Peace that passes all understanding.  Amen