Fearless

If there’s any time I need God’s grace, it’s when I am mustering up faith in Him taking care of me.

When I don’t know how things will work out. When I don’t have control over the situation. When I just can’t make things go the way I want them to.

When I just. Don’t. Know.

I never considered myself someone in need of control, yet it bothers me so badly when I can’t make sure my children will be okay, or if my husband’s job will hold up now that I’m a stay-at-home mom, or if all this hard work I do will actually pay off.

Today was one of those days.

I was at the hospital for a routine checkup with Hudson, and while everything in the end turned out to be okay, his oncologist scared me with how he spoke about our son.

He was saying how the disease he once had, Neuroblastoma, usually ends up okay for kids like him, who has favorable genetics, but he wanted to let me know that there could still be some cancer left over in my child.

What do you mean, left over cancer? You said it was out.

Long story short, he was speaking of calcified and dead cancer and also in generalities, and he ended the conversation by saying Hudson is okay and will most likely have a totally normal life expectancy.

I should be fine, right?

I was. I am. But the devil totally saw his opportunity to mess with my head.

What if? What if it all starts over again?

Get out, Satan. Not today. Not ever

My God is greater. My God is stronger. My God is higher than you and your lies.

I know the Truth.

I know that because God is the ultimate healer, that my son is clean from this disease. I know that even if something does happen, that the Lord will see us through just like He did three years ago.

But most of all, I know that I don’t have to fear anything because I am not a slave to your fear, Satan.

I am a child of God.

I don’t have to wallow in the piercing fear that immediately gripped me when Dr. Dole began talking about Neuroblastoma. I don’t have to let myself get caught up in the past trauma of how it feels to be a mother of a very sick child.

I don’t have to camp out there, because my identity is not traumatized mother.

My identity is daughter of God– Heavenly Creator and Healer.

He has done a perfect job of being Him. Walking me through all the pain, all the joys, triumphs, and all the fears. 

God’s grace goes far beyond what I could ever be capable of doing myself.

If it weren’t for grace, He would’ve been angry that I could second-guess what I know in my heart to be true, and He would’ve washed His hands of me completely.

But that’s just not our God.

He loves so abundantly and so grand– bigger than we can comprehend.

So, instead of kicking me to the curb, He drew me nearer to  Him.

I felt myself being drawn up into His arms and comforted.

I know what is true: I can trust You, Lord.

Thank You God, for being a merciful God. Who sees my fears and disbelief and triggers of past pain and uses it to pray, connect, and delve deeper in my relationship with You.

Thank You for being a God whose number one mission is to care for His children.

Sitting here in my motherhood fears, You love me so tenderly that I am able to feel calm and peace in my heart. To be overwhelmed with Your love through grace, to rest in the fact that You are good. You are God. You are Truth.

Is it always my first fleshly reaction to trust?

Unfortunately, no.

I wish I could say that every single time I’m met with adversity I refuse to be afraid, but fear does get a hold of me–especially when it comes to my children–however I never have to live in that fear. Because I have my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Because of this, I can enjoy my motherhood. I can enjoy my family. I can enjoy this precious gift of life the Lord has given me.

Best of all, I can share His grace with you with the hope that you, too can open your heart to it as well.

Never would I ever want to hold all this to myself. It’s too big not to share.

It’s too amazing.

It’s the only thing in this world worth calling perfect: God’s love.

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16 thoughts on “Fearless

  1. Thank you so.much for the Godly courage to share your experience. It encourages my faith. God bless you and pour His loving care upon you and your family.

  2. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but I agree, satan totally takes advantage of our weakest moments to plant such fears into is. This was beautiful and encouraging though 🙂

  3. Not knowing is haaard. I am the type of person that likes to plan and schedule and know what’s happening, so sometimes its hard to just let things go and believe that God will take care of it for me, or better yet my kids.

  4. Thank you for sharing your inspirational story with us… I can only imagine how much this must tear at you… I’m so glad you had your faith to keep you strong…

  5. I had a diagnosis as a kid of possible brain cancer. In the end, it wasn’t cancer, though something still scary. I don’t think my mother was ever the same having gone through that. Once you know you’re not invincible, it’s a hard lesson to forget. Though I think you’re doing a great job of finding support and strength to keep moving in a positive light.

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