(I’m intentionally keeping today’s blog and song quite short because it’s New Year’s Eve and well, you and I might have other important things to do…like cheer for my Ohio State Buckeyes in the CFP quarterfinals!)
But I just had to share the fortune I recently received in my cookie:
Yeah, I bet it will. And so will February, March, April, May…and every other month. Finally, a fortune that is absolutely 100% accurate!
I love the idea of spiritual growth and am so excited about my ladies’ Bible study beginning to study the Letter to the Romans next week. When I teach little kids at Refuge Church each Sunday morning, I find myself learning right along with them. Reading God’s Word, singing praises to the Lord and hearing messages of truth are all favorite ways to stretch my faith, BUT…
I must admit that I’m not as excited about other possible avenues for spiritual growth.
Heartaches, disappointments, betrayals, losses–the list is endless. So many difficult situations in which we find ourselves or our loved ones.
Here’s the kind of prayer I have uttered in my darkest days: Lord, I do not understand why this is happening. The pain feels more than I can bear and I can’t see how I’m going to get through it. There’s nothing good that I can imagine coming from this..BUT I choose to trust You even when it doesn’t make sense. And I choose to believe in Your love even though I can’t feel it.
Yes, January will bring you–and me–opportunities (some happy and some sad) for spiritual growth. I pray I will:
(Happy New Year and GO BUCKS!!!)
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“Your book has been a ray of hope for me,” declared the email I received recently from a young woman in Poland.
GOD Wins over Cancer: testimonies of healing
When an international license for a Polish translation of When GOD & Cancer Meet was purchased a couple of years ago, I never imagined I actually would get to correspond with a Polish reader…wow!
But there she was–complete with a photo holding the book.
So today I would like to introduce you to that reader and share a little of Megan’s story–one of honesty, courage and faith…even in the midst of doubt.
After giving birth to a precious daughter this past April, Megan, 37, was diagnosed in May with Stage 2 breast cancer and a BRCA1 genetic mutation. Last month she finished chemo, but still faces a double mastectomy and removal of her ovaries because of her increased cancer risk.
“This (diagnosis) has been very hard for me,” Megan told me. “Even though I pray and receive so much love and support from my family (including a husband and a teenage son), there are moments when I begin to doubt whether I will have the strength to endure to the end of the fight.”
“Even though I fully trust God and have surrendered my life and everything I love to Jesus, this time in my life is very difficult,” she confided. “I want so much to live, to stay close to my family, to walk the dog…to simply live.”
In her first email to me, Megan asked for something that could help her “hold on in the moments when doubt returns.”
What a great desire…not to give up no matter what life dumps on us.
Don’t all of us weary folks need some encouragement to hold on in the hard times? I sure did as a 36-year-old mother facing cancer back in 1990. And now as a grandmother twice that age, I still need uplifting when it seems every month I’m saying goodbye to another loved one, and every day the world feels less safe and peaceful.
Doubts can easily creep in as we wait for God’s timing to heal whatever has been broken or lost.
I believe these are the moments we learn to trust God in spite of, not because of our circumstances.
Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation! The Sovereign Lord is my strength! Habakkuk 3:17-19
Dear sweet Megan, as you trust God in spite of your circumstances, I am believing Psalm 94:19 will be true for you:
When doubts filled my mind, Your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.
Next week on Dec. 11, Megan is scheduled for her double mastectomy and I don’t want her to have any doubts that God will be her strength and His comfort will renew her hope.
Friends, will you join me in praying for my new friend–who lives about 5,000 miles away, but is very close to my heart? And please pray also for the young atheist in the chemo room who received a copy of my book from Megan because as she said: “Who knows? Maybe it will touch her heart and she’ll start to believe.”
In 2006 Debbie was the 39-year-old mother of a toddler daughter, and she and husband Karl wanted one more child.
Instead her life plans “got really messed up” when they learned she was pregnant with twins.
“That caused a lot of anxiety because I’m a plannerand I was planning on having two kids, not three,” Debbie explained as we chatted recently at our favorite coffeehouse.
She delivered identical twin daughters with a combined birth weight of nearly 14 pounds and settled into caring for two newborns and a 3-year-old. But at 4 months, the twins were not hitting expected developmental milestones.
“Even though the doctor wasn’t concerned, I kept feeling that something was off,” Debbie recalled.
At the age of 1 neither Sydney nor Danielle could stand, and at 2 they still weren’t talking. Evaluations with early intervention and sessions with therapists produced no answers, but every specialist thought they might catch up.
And then Debbie’s life plans got shattered when a new doctor bluntly assessed the beautiful 2-year-olds, saying “they’re not going to catch up.”
Sydney & Danielle, 1 year old
“He took away all hope from us,” Debbie recalled. “Karl and I left that appointment and our world was rocked. I spiraled down to a really dark place with so much anxiety. Medication helped some, but I was waking up in the middle of the night with panic attacks.”
She called an old friend and asked how she overcame her anxiety.
“It’s going to sound silly,” the friend acknowledged, “but I started following Jesus.”
Meanwhile Debbie’s mother-in-law lovingly urged her “to let your worries go to God.”
That created a new problem because in college Debbie had begun questioning God’s existence.
But in spite of her doubts, in 2010 she visited a church near her home. There she joined a small group and was baptized, but privately wondered: if there is a God, why would He do this to me?
Front to back: Kiersten, Danielle & Sydney
In 2013 when the twins were 6, brain MRIs showed an anomaly called polymicrogyria*. Additional testing at 14 found a rare genetic mutation which shed more light on the girls’ intellectual disability, ADHD, speech/language impairment, and juvenile scoliosis.
Then in 2021, while still struggling with all the “normal” things her family couldn’t do, she joined my weekly women’s Bible study to get help understanding Scripture.
“Your group changed my life literally,” she told me. “At some point I started realizing that God has a purpose for everyone and mine is to help my girls become the best they can be.
“My anxiety about the twins’ intense physical and emotional needs is what really brought me back to faith,” Debbie explained. “Now just seeing how much they enjoy life and make people smile gives me great joy.”
“Mommy, look at the moon!” “Ooooh, look! The sky is purple!”
“They see the beauty in everything of God’s creation,” Debbie said, “especially things we just take for granted.”
Despite the fact the twins will never “catch up,” they continue to learn new skills such as stocking shelves and try new activities like gardening at The Camphill School for special needs students.
2025 Debbie, Danielle, Kiersten, Karl & Sydney
And Debbie is especially grateful for her “unplanned” family of three children because of the twins (now 18) impact on their big sister.
“If Kiersten were an only child, she would be so different,” Debbie said. “Because of them, she has become so compassionate.
“Having special needs twins was never my plan, but now I know God’s plan is for me to help them grow and become all they were meant to be,” she explained. “As long as I focus on that, I can handle the challenges and be at peace with our life, even though it is so different from that of our friends.”
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*Polymicrogyria is a brain malformation characterized by excessive folds in the cerebral cortex. Poly (many)-micro (small)-gyria (folds)
I distinctly remember when God was late…in fact, I was certain He was exactly 10 days late.
Dec.’93
It was Christmastime 1993 and it appeared our family soon would be homeless.
Our home, which had been on the market for nine long months, finally had sold. But the house on which we had a contingency contract–and really wanted–was purchased 10 days earlier.
We had to be out of our house in 60 days, but already had seen every house in our price range within the 100-mile radius of our girls’ school district. There absolutely was nowhere else to look.
I figured someone in our church family would take us in, although the five of us might have to split up.
I was crushed.
Really, Lord? You couldn’t have saved that house for a measly 10 more days? I whined,
Our Realtor said he would talk to a couple who had withdrawn their house from the market after only posting it for a week.
“Let me see if they’ll agree to just one showing,” he suggested.
They did, so we saw the home and quickly made an offer. However, selling their house was contingent on them getting to buy a specific nearby house.
As negotiations continued the next night between the two homeowners, I remember forcing myself to pray for God’s will to be done…when I really just wanted to beg Him to get us this house!
I was relieved when two contracts were signed that night and we had a place to live, but troubled because I couldn’t see how we could pay the extra $40 a month for the new mortgage.
Honestly, Lord, I still don’t understand why You let us lose the other house. It had an in-ground pool and wouldn’t raise our payments. It would have been perfect, I whined again.
I was about to find out how imperfect my plan had been.
Brian and Mary Reigart, the former owners, were a little younger than we, but their kids were much younger–4 and 1 compared to our girls, 11, 13, and 15. Our families hit it off and the Reigarts visited the small church my husband pastored.
“When we attended that Sunday morning, it was such a moving experience that I couldn’t stop crying,” remembers Mary. “You said it was the Holy Spirit.”
The Spirit kept touching the couple as they began attending regularly and asked Ralph to baptize them. Soon our kids were swimming in their in-ground pool and we were vacationing together–they paid for places we couldn’t afford and we provided three free babysitters, which Brian and Mary seemed to think was an even trade. (It was many years later when our girls realized they had been unpaid help…they thought they were just having fun with two adorable kids!)
“So many memories I treasure,” Mary said as the four of us recently enjoyed a 2.5-hour tea luncheon. We reminisced of days when Brian and Ralph ran the Pigeon Hills. And when Mary and I studied (and laughed) together in our Wise Women group.
Did I mention that immediately after we moved into our new house, I got a raise at work…yep, $40 a month. Oh, and a few months later we drove by the “lost” house and saw a huge sand mound in the front yard nearly obscuring the house. We never could have afforded that $10,0000 septic remedy.
I like how Brian summed up our 30-year friendship: “You never know how God will be working. Even while we were taking our home off the market, God brought the Eibs into our lives to purchase it. And through that process He started a relationship which has blessed our family for 30 years and it is still going strong.”
Last month when Carolyn Dunn, my dear friend of 40+ years had a biopsy to diagnosis the “spots” on her liver and pancreas, we prayed it would be “just” lymphoma.
It was not.
Instead, she and husband David, a retired pastor, received what most would consider a devastating diagnosis–Stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
“I was stunned,” Carolyn said when she called with the CT scan news, which first revealed the lesions.
The couple, married 62 years, had been spending the summer at their remote, lakeside Maine cabin, affectionately named Dunn Inn. Their family took turns visiting and enjoying swimming, fishing, boating, lobster-eating and celebrating Carolyn’s 81st birthday.
In the spring, Carolyn had had stomach issues which seemed to resolve with medication, but in July the pain returned, along with a fever. After Maine ER docs and blood tests couldn’t find an answer, the Dunns headed back early to PA for more tests. That proved to be a wise decision as a CT scan revealed a pulmonary embolism (blood clot in the lung) and Carolyn was immediately admitted to the hospital.
After long conversations with her oncologist–a compassionate Christian man–Carolyn decided not to take chemo, but instead receive palliative (comfort) care.
I still am weeping.
I have considered Carolyn my mentor since David was on the committee which chose my husband in 1983 to pastor the new church plant in Spring Grove, PA. Ten years older than me, with three daughters–including a Bethany in the middle–Carolyn was the perfect wise woman from whom I could learn.
And learn I have.
I’ve watched her deal with the shock of teenage pregnancy, the pain of divorce, the estrangement of family, and the betrayals of ministry. And in each trial, she showed me how it looks to love unconditionally. To pray impossible prayers. To wait patiently on the Lord. To be the hands and feet of Jesus.
And in the good times (especially women’s retreats), I watched as she taught me to laugh at embarrassing moments–like when you’re fishing at your cabin and your husband bends over to tie up the boat, but you accidentally snag his underwear with your fishing hook, and then you’re laughing so hard you can’t get the hook out!
Now with this health news, I am watching my wise friend teach me to face my own mortality.
“I know my life is coming to an end, but I choose to focus on the goodness of God,” Carolyn said. “I want my life to bring glory to God–I want it to be a showcase for His glory!”
I am not surprised that Carolyn is facing death the same way she has faced life. What an incredible, eternal inheritance she is leaving her three daughters and their families, including seven granddaughters and six great-grandchildren (and yes, she finally got some boys!)
Casting Crowns’ lead singer Mark Hall has a beautiful song (video below) which says: “I don’t want to leave a legacy and I don’t care if they remember me–only Jesus.”
And then Hall’s song poses two great questions: “Did I live the truth to the ones I love?” and “Was my life the proof that there was only One whose name will last forever?”
Carolyn, just in case you ever wonder, I’d like to answer those questions for you.
YES, you lived the truth to the ones you love.
And YES,your life has been proof that there is only One whose name will last forever.
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About Me
I’m a newspaper reporter-turned-author. And I’m a passionate encourager, but always a truth-teller. I worked for nearly two decades in a unique position as a patient advocate in my oncologist’s office and the Cancer Prayer Support Group I founded in 1991 is the country’s oldest such faith-based group.
Since my diagnosis in 1990 of locally advanced colon cancer, I’ve offered hope to hundreds of thousands of cancer patients and their caregivers. I pray you will find encouragement here, too!