Remember how the Spirit clearly told me that this cancer would be a gift? Well, that gift has taken on a thousand forms—one of which came last fall as I recovered from a year full of surgeries and chemotherapy.
I was incapacitated, sitting on my butt in a recliner for weeks on end, thinking about how cancer has impacted my 7-year-old son and my 3-year-old nephew (who is fighting leukemia). And a story began percolating in my heart.
What if I could write a fun, magical, adventure story that would help kids find hope in suffering? What if I could creatively talk about things like sickness and pain and fear of death—in a way that children could understand?
So with lots of time on my hands and a heart full of hope, I wrote about a 10-year-old boy with cancer who goes in search of a cure. I wept through some pages, laughed through others. I got lost in a world full of nymphs and Hobblechauns and magical ships. (And as I did, I got to process through my own grief and joy.)
And then my beautiful, talented friend, Maria Fiore, offered up her artistic prowess, and suddenly we had a book….
You can check it out on Amazon — and more importantly, you can pray that this story finds its way into the hands of kids who are suffering from cancer (their own or their loved one’s) and that it cares for them deeply.
Isn’t it amazing how God can take our greatest fears (cancer! singleness! infertility! failure! loss!) and walk with us through them (not around them) and then turn them into a thousand beautiful things? I’m 20 months into this cancer journey, still dealing with a broken body and ongoing testing and uncertainties, but there is so much joy here, it’s unreal.
You know what I’m talking about, friends. You’re seeing His goodness too… in your own “beautiful sufferings.” Today may we remember that these shadows will soon pass, and when they do, all this suffering will feel like only a pinprick of pain compared to the joy He’s storing up for us.