I'm over at Women of Warren today talking about how God moved me during my mom's first chemotherapy treatment. It's easy to ask Him "why me?" when we are dealt a hand that we don't want in life. I've had several of those hands, and I've asked Him "why?" more times than I can count. But I want to move past that and ask Him "how can I be used for YOUR glory?" even when I don't understand or like my circumstances.
I sat in an open room surrounded by thirty other patients sitting reclined in their chairs, all with IV lines hooked up to ports in their chests. They were there just like my mom receiving their four hours of chemotherapy treatment. The weight of the magnitude of people battling the beast of cancer came crashing down on me and I found it hard to breathe. This is one office in one city. There are thirty patients twice a day. Multiply that by at least four days a week. That’s close to 250 patients in a week’s time in a single office. I fought tears and I felt the lump rise in my throat. I couldn’t speak. I felt paralyzed by the amount of pain and fear that surrounded me.
God, why? That's what I normally would've found myself asking. But instead, I found myself asking God, how?
Don't get me wrong, I've already asked God "why?" endless times as we faced my mom's diagnosis of breast cancer. But as I sat in that room, I realized I may never know all the answers to those why questions. I can only know how I can be used for His glory. I can allow Him to use me, because of my circumstances, to "go there" and meet the needs of hurting people right here where I'm at. I don't even have to go looking for them. READ MORE