Seasons of Life

By: Erica Berres

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I have read these words numerous times, however it is now that these words become life to my soul. I wonder how many of us take the time to look at our life and ask where am I, why am I in this season, what am I going to do with the time that I am given, and am I going to resist this season or move with grace through this season. Yesterday was the day God chose to show me that I could resist or move within the grace of this season. Those who know me personally know, I am a very self-determined woman. I am strong in my identity and I enjoy laughter, life, and fun. Life to me is an adventure. I look forward to each day. Internally, I ache and cry when I see others hurting or being hurt because I enjoy each and every person that crosses my path. I believe each person has a story to share and I want to hear it. I will respect you as an individual, love you unconditionally and allow you to be self-determined to choose. I try to positively affect people so they can see their identity and the personal power they possess to become everything that God has created them for.

Yesterday was a difficult day. I was planning to visit Wisconsin for a few days in the upcoming week. I was there recently, however, I was unable to visit with some friends and I was planning on visiting with them during a short visit next week. My friend from Wisconsin who is staying with me was willing to drive me up to Wisconsin on her return drive and I was planning a return air flight home. As my plans were being arranged, the angst of flying and traveling after brain surgery did not become resolved within my soul. I did the research and knew that I needed to discuss this with my neurosurgeon. I shared my plans with his nurse and she said she would call me to let me know if he would clear the travel. I waited all day to hear what the decision was….no answer from the doctor office to clear the travel.

Along with the travel, the angst of knowing down deep inside traveling with a dog, visiting friends, still having nights struggling with sleep (Currently, writing this at 2:30 a.m.), not in the comfort of my home is adjustments my body and brain has to endure. Honestly, I can appreciate my brain, the work it must do daily to function while putting up with my crazy life and plans because unless you experience brain surgery, we take it for granted how active and how hard our brain works to keep us moving, thinking and alive. Every step we take when we walk our brain is functioning to make sure that the step is taken with grace. Every creative idea, every thought, every landscape we look at, our brain functions the input and places creative descriptive words so we can communicate our feelings and thoughts. It truly is amazing and I have been given the experience to actually feel the awareness of my brain working to make sure I can continue to do this. My brain is working hard and healing. Truly, we are intricately, fearfully and wonderfully created.

Together with the angst of whether I was ready to travel, I received the appointment phone call to go see the radiation oncologist to discuss if radiation was going to be necessary. The words sank into me when I heard “Carti Cancer Center.” The tumor is benign, the reality that this is even a possibility had not really settled in me until those words hit my hard working brain. I had to accept that preventive radiation may be necessary and the best option for me.

I met with my advisor at the University to discuss what the plan for returning to classes this fall would look like. I was taking the quick track to complete my dual degree in Law and Masters in Social Work. I found out the quick track would no longer be quick and by not attending this 10 summer week session lengthened my degree by one complete additional year. Again, the words sinking in and the reality that plans were going to be different.

Last night, I had plans to work on some reading and studying but my brain was too busy with all the new details and changes. I sat alone, just breathing, thinking, praying, and being surrounded in quietness. I needed to quiet my angst and disappointment to find out what God was teaching me through all this.

I learned that in each day, I need to find something to laugh about. Yesterday, there was no laughter. It was a serious day, full of future plans, full of changed plans and I felt sadness about these changes and possible radiation. I tend to be more introspective and serious therefore I keep myself accountable to laugh and dance crazy. Laughter has become more natural to me, however I keep myself from slipping back to being too serious each and every moment of the day.  However, I needed a good dose of medicine and I was reminded a merry heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. (Proverbs 17:22) I realized looking back at my day, I did not laugh during the day, I did not break out in dance, and I did not do one silly thing. Yes, that is me, my kids would attest I will act crazy to make someone else smile because we do not take time to laugh and play enough. Some of us are just too serious. I am one of them. So I promised myself, I was going to dance and laugh each day, even in the difficult days. A good dose of laughter is healing to my brain and lightens the work my brain must do each and every day. So I watched a Wanda Sykes video and laughed my little socks off. Tomorrow I may need to jam to Beyonce or Pitbull. My son, Spencer would say, “Mom, time for a little Kendrick Lamar.”

Mostly, I learned that to everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven. When I read the list that is included above…a time to mourn, a time to laugh…I am reminded that each moment of time is part of a season and in that season mourning and laughter can occur within the same minute. There is also a balance that is created throughout that list to remind us that where you are positioned in your season, there is a counter force, which is activated to maintain the balance that God has created for each of us to live in. I am comforted by that.

Therefore, the time for me currently is to rest and heal, not to travel. The time for me is to go to the cancer center and take care of my body and do what is the best course so I never have to go through this again. The time for me is to enjoy the journey and gift of receiving an education no matter how long it takes. I have wanted to receive my degree since graduating from High School and my season for that has arrived. Who cares how long it takes? It is about enjoying the journey and reaching the goals and desires God places in my heart.

By: Erica Berres

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Lullaby from God

By: Erica Berres

Psalm 42:8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.

I am sitting in awe of the faithfulness and love of the God that I serve. This week, the neurosurgeon removed my brain tumor that had invaded my skull. The pathology report was going to take 7-10 days to receive. I was trusting God with my life and the path that would be laid before me, knowing no matter the news I received, I would be strong in the resurrected power of Christ. My surgery was Tuesday. The pathology report was delivered on Friday to the neurosurgeon…only four days later. The tumor was a Stage 2 meningioma- atypical and benign. The words that sank into me brought me to tears. The neurosurgeon had told me to expect stage 3 or stage 4, but hope for the best. A miracle for me had occurred. Not only was the news better than what I prepared for the news came early.

In the darkness of Thursday night, I was lying in bed awake because sleep is difficult after a craniotomy. I can feel the pressure when lying down, I can feel the screws in my head as my body heals and tissues regrow and there is a tightness in the skull from the titanium plate. I have chosen to use the time that I cannot sleep to listen to praise and worship music quietly. Thursday night I did not choose my song, God dropped it in my heart and I could hear the words of a song playing over and over as He sang me with a sweet lullaby…It’s my breath in your lungs so pour out your praise, we pour out our praise. I had heard the song on Pandora but was not familiar with the song. Taking the time to research the song, I found the title Great Are You Lord by All Sons and Daughters. I played this song over and over as it calmed me and help me focus on the power of my resurrected King and his healing power. After about thirty minutes, I was sheltered in God’s presence and peace drifting off to sleep. Each time, as I awoke due to the pain I could hear these lyrics in my mind singing. I knew God was moving in my life and he was breathing His life into my lungs. God provided his lullaby for me for this night. I truly believe in my heart, that God was speaking through these words of this song that:

He gives life, He is love
He will bring light to the darkness
He gives hope, He restores
Every heart that is broken
Great are You, Lord

(words changed to personalize)

It was God’s way of telling me that he is in control. He has the end result in the palm of His hand and I will receive life, love, light and restoration.

When I found out the tumor was benign stage 2, I fell to my knees and I have listened to this song before bed each night. I will continue to allow God to heal and restore my mind, my broken heart and broken body with his healing grace. Each day, my prayers will include protection for my mind, heart and body relying on God’s steadfast love and his lullaby to me at night.

God continues to provide his songs during the night as I struggle with sleeping and the pain in my head healing from the surgery. Last night the song was Cornerstone by Hillsong. The lyrics for Cornerstone is:

Christ alone; cornerstone
Weak made strong; in the Savior’s love
Through the storm, He is Lord
Lord of all

Hearing those words reminded me this weakness I am experiencing was immersed in the Love of Christ and he would calm the storm in my pain, my strength is found in His Love for me. Christ carried my tumor to the cross two thousand years ago, nailing it to the cross, defeating the sting of death. This was a temporary period and the pain is the strength of my body doing exactly what it needs to do, which is to heal. Each night will get easier, each night will promise more sleep than the night before and God will continue to provide His lullaby as he cradles me in His love and the strength to endure.

I pray for each of you that when you are going through the storm, the difficult time, you allow God to deliver his song to you at night, as he pours his grace and mercy into your spirit and mind while meditating on the words he sings to you as a gentle lullaby.

By: Erica Berres

 

The Cross Is Heavy

By: Erica Berres

Luke 23:26

And as they led him away, they seized one Simon of Cyrene, who was coming in from the country, and laid on him the cross to carry it behind Jesus.

Today it is two days after by brain tumor was removed. I came home yesterday. In fact, I woke up from my surgery at 4:15 p.m. on Tuesday and was released from the hospital on Wednesday at 5:10 p.m. Miraculous! I am happy to be home resting with my family and comforts of home. However I am not active. I was lying in bed thinking if I had to do anything strenuous I absolutely could not. I feel weak, fragile, and exhausted. It made me think of Jesus and understand why he could not carry the cross. He was physically unable. He had already suffered so much that he could not endure the weight of the cross. He was betrayed, arrested, beaten and suffered that the weight of the cross was too much. I realized that there are things we will endure that will be heavy under the weight of the cross. We may not be able to carry it alone. We will need help from others to help carry the cross.

Two things I have learned through this process. The first thing is to allow others to help. There is an army of people who want to serve, are called to serve and are willing to serve. When our cross is too heavy to carry, we need to allow others in to serve and help. It is not a sign of weakness, but strength. The second thing, most importantly, I learned is the heaviness of the cross is not the end. It is only part of the journey. The end of the cross that was too heavy for Jesus to carry ended with His resurrection and life. That is the real story. Sometimes the burden is heaviest just before the victory. Without a cross being too heavy for Jesus to carry with his broken body, there would be no life and resurrection to celebrate. Freedom came out of heaviness.

It reminds me of when Paul wrote about his weakness made perfect in Christ. Paul shared that God stated to him, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10 For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (2 Corinthians 12:9-11) Paul wrote I will boast of my weakness…so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. This tells me that when we try to be strong on our own power we are not strong. Therefore, to receive the POWER of Christ we must boast of our weaknesses activating His power. Jesus could not carry his cross in his weakness, however through his weakness and victory of the cross HE will now carry our cross that is too heavy for us to carry. So tonight, I am letting Jesus carry the cross from having brain surgery and having a part of my skull rebuilt. I do not have to be strong. I can be weak and let the power of Christ to rest on me.

By: Erica Berres

 

 

 

Healing In His Wings

By: Erica Berres

One morning after prayer, that small still voice whispered, “There is healing in his wings.” I researched the internet to see if there was a bible verse with these words in it and was led to Malachi 4:2. Malachi 4:2 states “But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings.”

Malachi 4:2 uses the word wings to describe Jesus’ healing power. When you study this word wings it has a broader meaning. The word we interpret as wings is “kanaph”(Strong # 3671). Kanaph means wing, extremity, edge, winged, border, corner, skirt. When thinking about these words I am focused on the words edge, border, corner and skirt. I am drawn to Mark 5:25-29, “And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. For she said, “IF I TOUCH EVEN HIS GARMENTS, I WILL BE MADE WELL.” Did she know of this verse in Malachi? Had someone shared with her that the Messiah will rise with healing in the edge, border, corner of his skirt? This woman was healed miraculously by touching the edge of his skirt. Not only was she healed she knew to touch it for she said if I touch even his garments, I will be made well.

One thing I have learned in my life is whether God heals me miraculously by touching the hem of his garment, the only way for me to live is by kneeling at the hem of his garment daily. As Mary sat at the feet of Jesus listening to his teachings, I will continue to spend my days at the hem of his garment for that is where my healing is found…spiritual, emotional and physical healing. God may not heal instantly through a miracle physically, He will heal my heart spiritually and emotionally through the renewing of my mind. And God may choose to bring a miracle. In either circumstance, I will bring Him glory through physical healing or emotional healing for my soul if it is His Will for me to suffer and endure suffering.

Jesus had to suffer. God had a plan and the plan of salvation was Jesus had to suffer. In His suffering though, God brought healing for his soul so he could endure what was before Him. In Luke 22:39-43, Jesus knelt and prayed asking God, “Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.” And there appeared to him an angel from heaven, strengthening him.” God did not remove the cup of suffering that Jesus was going to endure, but God, also, in his steadfast love did not abandon Him. God sent an angel to minister to Jesus and strengthen Him for what he would endure. God did not remove the cup but God did provide strength for Jesus’ soul, healing the agony he was experiencing in the moment so he could endure what was before him.

Hebrews 1:14 teaches us that angels are ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation. Therefore each and every trial we suffer, angels are assigned to minister to us, strengthening us. God may not remove the physical, but he will provide for our souls, by having angels minister and strengthen us, providing emotional healing as Jesus experienced.

We can believe for healing. We just do not know what the healing will look like; emotional healing and strength for our soul or physical healing in a miracle. God will not abandon us either way…healing will come supernaturally. I do not know the plans of God for me. I can guarantee one thing…God has healing in his wings for me.

By: Erica Berres

Strength to Turn Back the Enemy

By: Erica Berres

Monday night I was resting in bed. I felt sad. I was wondering did I have the ability to endure the battle that was set before me. I laid there reminding myself, I survived Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis with a miracle, I survived all the lies and betrayal of my marriage and divorce, I pulled through my undergraduate studies successfully, and I made it through my first year of law school. I felt overwhelmed thinking about the brain surgery, the possibility of facing radiation and chemo, and facing the big “C” word. Tears started swelling in my eyes. I have not asked, “Why me?” and I refuse to ask that question. My statement has been, “Why not me?” For me to ask “Why Me?” is a question of pride…as if I am so special I should be exempt from any trial or hardship. As I was laying there, I asked myself, “What am I afraid of?” I realized my fear was that I would not be able to endure through the fight. Like I said, I fought fights before, however, with those fights I chose anger and bitterness for a time because I believed I was entitled and justified to be bitter for a season. I did become tired. I did experience exhaustion. This time I wanted it to be different. I did not want to focus on my circumstance, but I wanted to focus on how I can help others. I did not want to feel sorry for myself. I wanted to encourage others so they have the strength to fight. I started praying for God to reveal himself so when this fear would appear I could endure the battle and not be tempted to complain and feel sorry for myself. I wanted to fall back on hope.

I am very fortunate because God has a way of whispering a few words in my thoughts that causes me to find a bible verse with the words I have in my thoughts. The bible verse I find usually speaks right to my situation and gives me an overwhelming peace that conquers my fear. I heard that small still voice whisper in my thoughts “You can run the race set before you.” I searched for those words in my Bible and found Hebrews 12:1-2, “Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” I saw that if I look to Jesus I will have the endurance that I need to run the race that is set before me. I can lean on Jesus, the founder and perfecter of my faith, who endured the cross and saw it as joyful because he understood the plan of God for the race set before him. I realized if I focus on the plan of God and allow God to use me, my strength will come through the joy of helping others. I would endure no matter what news I receive from the surgery and biopsy. I decided to focus on Jesus, not on the fear of enduring the fight. My strength to fight will come through my joy of helping others.

This led me to find a verse regarding strength to fight. I was led to Isaiah 28:5-6, “In that day the LORD of hosts will be a crown of glory, and a diadem of beauty, to the remnant of his people….and strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate. This sent me on a search of what it meant to turn back the battle at the gate. I found out that as the enemy approached the Israelites for battle, God provided them the strength to turn the enemy back at the gate preventing them from entering the city or land they were attacking. Not only did they turn them back but they caused them to retreat all the way back to their land. They did not give the enemy an inch of territory and turned them back. I realized that as I reach out to help others fear would try to cause me to give up. Fear of not enduring the race could prevent me from running the race that I believe is set before me, the race to help others in their suffering. The LORD of hosts will be a crown of glory and royal diadem providing me the strength to turn the fear back. To turn my enemy back I decided I will blog more posts and reach out to help others even more. I  thought I was going to blog only once a week and realized I will blog when it is placed on my heart to blog because there may be someone out there who needs a word of encouragement right at that moment, not when it is convenient or scheduled for me.

As I was studying this, I came to see the comfort I received prompting my thoughts with the words “even though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil.” I knew that was Psalm 23 and opened up to it. I read the verse completely and the verse continues with “for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” As peace filled my heart, I knew I was not walking alone. Not one step. As long as I kept my eyes on the one who endured the cross, I would be comforted through the words I received daily. I am thankful, I will run with endurance the race that is set before me (no matter where it leads) and God will provide the strength to turn back the enemy at the gate.

Erica Berres

God Is In Control

cropped-stairs-lights-abstract-bubbles1.jpgThis week has taught me God is in control. His ways are perfect. His timing is perfect. His Word is perfect. Yes I may question his ways, timing, and even his words, but it does not change the truth that it is all perfect. As I wait to hear from the neurosurgeon when my brain surgery will take place…each day goes by waiting for the phone to ring anticipating the news. I have my questions listed on a piece of paper. I have my phone by my side at all times. While I am taking my shower, I ask my son to answer the phone if the doctor calls. I wait in anticipation for the day and time that this foreign brain tumor will be removed. Days have passed from when I was expecting to hear from the doctor. People continue to call to see what the news is and I share there is no news at this point. They sound disappointed and worried when I tell them. In all this, I realize God is in control. His timing is perfect. His ways are perfect.

I am reminded of John 11, Jesus received word that his friend Lazarus, whom Jesus loved was sick and Jesus remained two days longer in the place where he was. He waited. The timing of God is everything. Jesus waited for God’s timing before going to Lazarus. As I was waiting to hear from the Doctor, I realized the surgery date does not change, nor does the outcome which was decided in eternity change just because the Doctor is delayed in calling me. I am just delayed in receiving information. That delay changes nothing because God is in control. The Doctor will call and the surgery will occur on the exact date that God had planned it. This week I have learned to respond to God’s timing. His timing is perfect as I wait to hear from the Doctor. God is in control in getting me the information.

God’s ways are perfect. This week I have experienced the “looks” from friends and acquaintances. You know the sorrow filled, worried look accompanied with basset hound eyes “hoping” I will survive but wondering if this is the end. I can say I do not believe this is the end. I really believe God has a miracle waiting for me and I will have victory. (I will explain more on that on my next blog.) In the texts, messages, and phone calls you can hear or read the worrisome words and voices. I try to use humor to lift the spirits of those who are concerned, knowing a joyful heart is good medicine but a crushed spirit dries up the bones (Proverbs 17:22). I trust God’s way in this matter. In John 11, Jesus knew God’s way and purpose. He told the disciples for your sake I am glad that I was not there, so that you may believe. Jesus told Martha, “Did I not tell you if you believed that you would see the glory of God?” I truly believe we will see the Glory of God in my matter. I just know this to be true. Jesus was more concerned that he be used by God to affect the disciples lives and others who were present. He knew God’s ways were perfect and allowed God to use him to be the instrument of God’s plan.

This leaves me with how to respond to those who are weary, worried, and concerned for me. I understand your response, it is a normal human reaction. However, we must follow it with faith that God is in complete control and His Ways will prevail. Today, I was praying and was reminded when Jesus looked at the women who were mourning and crying for him when we was walking to his crucifixion, he looked at them saying, “Do not weep for me, weep for yourselves and your children.” That is what is in my heart. I know Jesus. I have a relationship with my Savior who redeemed me and saved me for all of eternity. My heart does not grieve for me. I grieve for those who do not know Jesus. I look back at the people God placed in my life and ask did they see Jesus in my words and actions. Did I love them through the Love of God? Did I display love or bitterness? Did I make an impact on people’s lives that they wondered why I was different? My prayer is use me to be God’s instrument of love, mercy and grace so others will want to know Him. I have no mourning in me, it just does not exist. However, I spend time praying for those who have no relationship with Jesus. I pray they choose to follow Him.

God used someone I have never met to reach me with words to show He is in Control. This prayer was sent to me by a friend of a friend. I have not met the woman who wrote this prayer for me…but I pray God will use me in the way He used her. The words of this prayer feed my spirit and soul daily….

God, Thank you for walking ahead, behind and alongside me. Thank you for preparing a path for me. Thank you for lighting my way. For preparing me. For guiding me. Though I cannot see your plan I trust you Lord. I go where you send me, take what you give me, speak that you tell me, and be what you ask of me. I give you gladly my fear, burden and anguish. At the end of the day you love me. Today, I journey a new path, one unfamiliar to me. I walk forward trembling, into the unknown with you shielding and blessing me I question yet I do not change pace. I accept your decision for me. I trust you’re building me. I trust you use all, for the good of me. I choose to believe. I live for you to be with me. I do not live in the world around me. I focus my gaze on thee. Free me Lord. I receive your blessings for me. I trust your ways I cannot see. Lord by your word pour in and out of me. Resonate. Permeate. I seek you desperately. Teach me.

Picture of my brain tumor…the black pen mark drawn through the upper portion is where my skull bone should be…the tumor has penetrated it and has spread to my skull. There are two fingers reaching out on each side in the skull portion (they are marked in black ink). The small round white circle to the left is the artery the neurosurgeon is concerned the tumor has spread to.

MRI scan

The Journey is Unknown, I invite you to join me.

Our lives were decided long before we were even placed on this Earth. Ephesians 1:4 tells us our life was planned before the foundations of the Earth were laid. God planned my life before the foundations were laid. God knew before I was born what my journey was going to include. We make our plans. We plan the course for our life. We plan our friends, our marriage, we plan if we will go to college, where we will go to college and we wake up each morning planning our day. Then….the phone rings and every plan we made is changed forever because our destiny was planned before the foundations of the Earth was laid.

Ask anyone who loses their childhood due to abuse, is an addict, is a victim of sexual abuse or assault, is a victim of an unfaithful spouse, goes through a divorce, loses a child or finds out they have a brain tumor. When I have spoken at churches, I have said over and over again, not one person lies in bed and says when I grow up I want to be a drug addict. No child is born planning for an abusive childhood. No one walks down an aisle to be married, planning for the infidelity that is coming. No one plans to be diagnosed with a brain tumor. We are not created to think like that. We birth hope and dreams with our thoughts and plans. Then…the life that has been planned for each of us occurs like frames of a movie. Solomon understood this. Ecclesiastes teaches us that life is folly and vanity. Solomon understood by the end of his life that all that mattered was his relationship with God. He states, “The end of the matter, all has been heard, Fear God.” He knew everything else was all in vain.

I look back and see the years I wasted in folly, planning my perfect life, my perfect marriage, my perfect children, my perfect plans without any concern for my relationship with a God who planned my life. God knew what would happen to me in my life: good and bad.  He had planned all the good and planned a way out for me for all the bad. However, I was the one who could walk my journey alone without him or along his side allowing him to lead me. After 41 years of walking my life alone, I chose to allow him to walk with me. It changed everything for me.

It has not been easy. In fact, the pain of life has been excruciating. I have been through many hardships including betrayal, divorce, losing a ministry, moving away from friends to a new land and now……….a brain tumor that has spread into my skull and is spreading out with two finger-like projections. In past trials, I have failed to rejoice. I have forgotten to completely trust God with the process. I took the lead from Him not allowing Him to refine me in the process of his love, mercy, grace and compassion. I fought Him in my journey until there was nothing left of me, finally humbling myself under Him. NOT THIS TIME! Each circumstance and hardship God used to refine me into who I am today.  A warrior that will fight with every cell (even the tumor cells) in my body, rejoicing in the hardship, allowing God to use me to strengthen and encourage others who may be crumbling under their personal trial. This brain tumor will be used to sing the praises of God and give Him the glory he deserves.

I invite you, friend, to follow me in my journey as encouragement and healing to your soul. Do not be discouraged or afraid, God has made a plan of escape. Allow me to strengthen you with my thoughts and what God teaches me. God has promised that no temptation, no trial, will overtake us. God is FAITHFUL, AND he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation or trial he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.

Friend, God has your action plan. He is faithful. He will walk along your side. You can endure. Walk the journey with Him, not alone.  Life is too difficult to walk alone without the one who wrote your action plan before the foundations of the Earth were laid.

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