Pink Story: A Weary Day

There came a day when I simply cried.  I cried in front of my husband.  I cried in my office, I cried in bed, I cried throughout the night.  I cried while I wrote.  The mountain ahead was too big. Radiation was coming and I was still healing from surgery. I was scared of it.  Then the bills started coming in.  I couldn’t carry all of it.  I couldn’t carry the situation and the bills.  I couldn’t be strong enough for me and strong enough to stand up to the bill people. The cancer slogan is “survive.”  I didn’t like that word, I wanted to be victorious, but on this particular day, I simply wanted to survive.

I kept hearing the words, “I can’t do this!” streaming through my head.  Then I would immediately be reminded that in Him I can do all things.  I knew I was not alone, this was simply one of those moments when I was struggling to stand, when I wondered if I was strong enough. I knew I’d be okay, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, maybe even later that day, but right at that moment I was weak.  Praise God that when I am weak, He is strong.