I think I just finished my first book to read all the way through (other than a Bible Study) in three years. Maybe I am wrong and just can't remember, which is highly likely. Regardless, the completion of this book took me several months, but it concluded with this:
"She's been told that it takes ten years to figure out what you're doing. Ten years.
She takes a breath, smiles. She's ready to get started.
With the beginning of it. Her life."
In January of 2009 Tim was misdiagnosed with terminal leukemia and our world shook. What we thought was our future was quickly stripped away. For three years we lived in limbo waiting for the corrected diagnosis of non-terminal leukemia to require the onset of a lifetime chemotherapy regimen.
This coming February will mark five years since my life came crashing down around me. His diagnosis of throat cancer hit us out of nowhere.
Five years of turmoil and unknown; stress and exhaustion; fear and brokenness. A walk through horrific treatment, surgeries, and suffering. A slow dance to death's doorstep and the whirlwind aftermath of such loss.
But over these past eight years, I have had a faithful God gently leading me. Ninety-six months of complete and utter dependence on Him. He has captured my tears and planted fresh springs of healing. He has been my comfort through anguished sleepless nights. He has been my strength and my shield.
Yes, there has been tremendous heartache; there has undeniably been immense pain. But there is beauty in my brokenness. There is glory in His presence through my journey.
So while the main character of this book has been told "it takes ten years to figure out what you are doing", I am looking with hope to my new year as I complete year eight of topsy turvy uncertainty. May my year nine be one where life settles. I am beyond ready for a season of calmness and joy. And if that isn't possible, I'll be okay anyway, because my God has proven Himself as faithful and steady. He is constantly present. He is enough.