The day I learned I had cancer once again was a long one. The night was even longer. After everyone left, I took a bath and settled in bed. I said my prayers, turned off the light, and tried to sleep. During the wee hours of the morning, lightning flashes woke me up. I stood at the bedroom window looking at the light dance across the sky. My mind replayed the events of this day, and once more the tears flowed. Why me again oh Lord? No answer. Haven’t I gone thru enough? No answer. I remembered the night of my surgery thirty years ago, and I thought about the pain of that surgery and the pain of never being the same again.
Tonight, that same pain came back, but now I got an answer.
Watching the lightning, I noticed there was no thunder. I remember from school that thunder indicated how close the storm was. You would start counting from the flashing of lightning until you hear the sound of thunder.
Now God was saying “yes there’s a storm brewing, but I’m keeping it out of your home, your family, and your heart. Trust me on this. You will have rain and wind, but I’m holding back the thunder.” Yes, my joy is once again coming in the morning. It may not be this morning or tomorrow morning, but it’s coming. Faith assures me of that. Lord, you got this right?