Holding my hand

You held me fast this day Lord.

Two memorial services I attended.

One for a gentleman. One for my girlfriend.

Each courageously, bravely, battled cancer.

I am not going to say cancer "won."

When people are believers in Jesus Christ, cancer does not win if the person dies.

Their bodies succumbed to a disease, but it did not "win."

Jesus Christ won when He took the sins of us all upon Himself,

was crucified and 3 days later rose again. Simply put, He defeated the sting of death. He conquered it!

He won--- death for my girlfriend is not the end--it is a new beginning in Heaven.

She is more alive now than ever.

I can still hear her laugh. We talked about our fears as moms. Neither of us were afraid of dying.. But man o man, were we smitten by merely entertaining the thought of our children continuing to live --without us.

She modeled for me how to live with cancer, bravely.

Joyfully.

She didn't play victim.

Not once did I hear her whine or complain.

Genuine transparency graced her lips.

Oh Jesus, be a comfort to these families tonight...

Before I left this morning I equipped my soul.

My eyeballs read this

"For I am the Lord Your God, Who takes hold of your right hand

and says to you, "Do not fear, I will help you." Isaiah 41:13

We had to make an emergency run to the vet this am for Rachie's bunny. A broken leg?

Not sure..

And the service began at noon.

We arrived at 12:20...

I was in knots.

Then the Holy Spirit tenderly applied the balm of peace and whispered these familiar

words to my soul,

I am taking hold of your hand daughter dear..

Do not fear, I will

help you..

My heart aches but I cling to hope.

I know Who holds my hand.

You are faithful,

Bonnie