I've often thought about the trials endured by the apostle Paul; the numerous beatings, incarcerations, shipwrecked adventures and daily physical, mental, emotional and spiritual ups and downs he experienced while spreading his faith to those in need of a Savior or a positive, uplifting word of encouragement. And that was centuries ago.
It's not an easy task being a Christian in today's society, but the benefits are worth every ounce of the trials, tribulations and emotional roller coasters you have to ride in this human body. If you have the blessing of living several generations you will most likely, as our brother Paul, walk over a few hot coals on the road to our eternal home.
This is part of a lesson I am currently learning as I have been diagnosed, once again, with breast cancer. After enjoying a nice, long remission for sixteen years, a recent mammogram and ultrasound followed by a biopsy have sent me back to the starting line of a journey I believed was in the past. It's not a journey I enjoyed the first go round, though believed God allowed it in my life so I would understand the ups and downs of others who would walk the path behind me. I had no idea He would be allowing it to cross my path again.
This earthly life is not determined by what we desire or want, it is totally in the hands of a loving Father that knows us from that first breath to the last. Is He punishing me? Did I use my sixteen years of remission wisely for Him? Did I do something wrong? The answer to all three questions is no. But there is still something yet to be accomplished for His glory through a return to a journey I would rather be excused from....I'm sure Paul felt the same way.
One day God will call me home....when? I haven't a clue, but I'd like to think when I finally get to see my Creator face-to-face He will say, "Well, done, my good and faithful servant." I pray my adventures bring others to the foot of the cross or demonstrate that God is greater than anything we can face in life.
I don't have all the facts of what my treatment will be, but I am asking for those faithful readers to pray that I stay the course, fight this disease again with all I've got and possibly enjoy more than sixteen additional years in remission!
Blessings, my friends...