The days became a blur as the chemo took its toll on my body. My nephew had insisted I drink a freshly juiced glass of “green grass” concoction. There wasn’t any grass in it but it smelled and looked like freshly mowed grass. I’m sure my body needed the nutrients but what a mess to prepare. What a job to clean up but even worse was the chore to get it down my throat.
Every time I took the waste from the juicing ordeal to the compost heap, I would apologize to the garden. The plants had taken care of themselves. I didn’t have the strength to work with them. The green beans had dried up on the vine, the tomatoes had ripen and fallen to the ground. “Next year”, I would tell them, “it will be better. The Lord willing, I will be back to care for you.”
Yes, I knew God was working; I would be free of this enemy, cancer. Why? Because I believed God’s Word, the Bible. Hear how King David felt during his stressful time.
“My enemy has chased me. He has knocked me to the ground and forces me to live in darkness like those in the grave. I am losing hope, I am paralyzed with fear. I remember the days of old. I ponder all your great works and think about what you have done. I lift my hands in prayer. I thirst for you as parched land thirsts for the rain. Come quickly Lord and answer me, for my depression deepens. Don’t turn away from me, or I will die. Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk for I give myself to you. Rescue me from my enemies, Lord; I run to you to hide me. Teach me to do your will for you are my God. May your gracious Spirit lead me forward on a firm footing. For the glory of your name, O Lord, preserve my life. Because of your faithfulness bring me out of this distress.” Psalm 143:3-11 NLT