Stacey is having a rough time. Even though I’m not out of the woods, I’m feeling better than she is, and not long ago, I was there myself. She has a great support system, but I would venture to guess that of all the voices right now, mine is one that she hears the loudest. It’s not because of who I am, but because I know exactly how she feels. I KNOW. I’m traveling the same road.
I caught up with another friend over a very long cup of coffee not long ago. She and I see each other rarely, but when we do, it’s like no time has passed. A couple times a year, we get together and spill our guts. There are several very painful areas of life that we both have experienced or are experiencing. I hate talking about those things in general, but I don’t mind hashing them over with her. Why? Because SHE KNOWS. She has insight for me that makes total sense. We understand one another without having to give the back story or trying to explain. We just know.
These women, and others, are invaluable in my life. For different reasons, each is necessary and a blessing because we share life experiences. When it comes to the huge things, perspective is everything. It’s kind and encouraging when someone says she is praying for me and offers help. I appreciate that. But when Stacey says “Ugh. I know you probably won’t sleep well tonight because of the steroids. I’ll pray” it’s a totally different thing. She KNOWS.
The least lonely place on earth is alongside someone who knows what you’re going through and what you’re feeling. At this moment in life, Stacey is one of those people. You know who else KNOWS? Jesus. He never had breast cancer, but He suffered far greater things. He understands me better than I understand myself. He knows my every thought and feeling and pain. I can talk to Him candidly, and he already knows the back story. He will never leave me. He hears my cries and sees my tears. I have nothing to hide, and no need to hide anything. He doesn’t speak to me audibly, but He definitely speaks to me. I’m His child–His kid–and He’s my Daddy. I’m safe with Him.
I have very recently been where Stacey is, and in many respects I still am, so it means something to her when I say “Better days are coming!” If you are reading this while traveling the breast cancer road, take heart. You’ve got this. And if you’ve trusted Jesus with your life, He’s got you. Bravely and boldly keep walking. There is a finish line, and it’s closer than you think.
. . .holding fast to the word of life , so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain. Philippians 2:16 ESV