Perhaps, I thought I could make a difference in his fight with cancer. My half ironman distance effort was dedicated to John (my brother-in-law). He got the race shirt, the 1st place age group trophy, and the quilt my wife made. In addition, there was a ton of prayers offered in his behalf. He was moved by it all and bravely faced his treatments.
Now things have taken a downturn and all the good intentions, the high hopes, seem dashed against the rocks of reality. It was my toughest race, my hardest effort, my most fervent prayers, and yet nothing seems changed except for the worse.
Doubtful I will ever understand. Nevertheless, there is no other good choice other than to keep on praying, keep on running my race, holding John close to my heart; believing that love can make a difference, love can span the distance heart to heart, and between this world and the other.
I'm sorry to hear that Marv. It's so hard to have someone close to you suffering like that.
ReplyDeleteHave you read The Hiding Place? It's times like this that I remember the scene with the father's suitcase. Some things are too heavy for us to carry, we have to let our Father carry them for us. There's no way to understand them or wrap our human-sized brains around them or get them to make sense.
Sending lots of prayers your way, and John's way.
Marv, You know my story. I well pray as you do for John.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless Marv.
Sending prayers your way Marv.
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