I hate cancer. If you know me, you know that I really don’t like to use the word ‘hate’.
But today, I’m angry, and hate seems to be the only word that fits. I hate cancer.
I hate that it robs sons of fathers, it robs daughters of mothers. I hate that it just robs children of their parents, of the joy of grandchildren of spending time with the grandparents. I HATE IT!
I’ve seen enough, I’ve hurt enough for my self and others! Have I seen people survive, beat it? Yes, but that doesn’t make me hate it any less.
I fell asleep praying for miracles, and woke up praying for them again. Praying for peace for those who have loved ones that have passed. Praying for strength for those fighting, and thanking God for those who have survived.
I hate cancer.
But I will continue to praise God. Even when it’s hard.
Psalm 105:1-7 1 Give praise to the LORD, proclaim his name;
make known among the nations what he has done.
2 Sing to him, sing praise to him;
tell of all his wonderful acts.
3 Glory in his holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice.
4 Look to the LORD and his strength;
seek his face always.
5 Remember the wonders he has done,
his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced,
6 you his servants, the descendants of Abraham,
his chosen ones, the children of Jacob.
7 He is the LORD our God;
his judgments are in all the earth.