Day 136 - The "C" word has struck

Well, Satan didn't get me or my husband or my daughter...he snagged my mother.

Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer just this morning.

I can't keep from crying as I type this journal entry out.

My mother who has endured a childhood with 9 other siblings in an old farmhouse, who washed her hair with laundry soap because they were too poor to afford shampoo...who didn't own a dress until she was well into her teen years...who was lost in the shuffle of 9 other wild siblings...who married a man, my father, who became a violent alcoholic, who subsequently left my father and had to raise 4 children on her own on a mere secretary's salary...who spent exhausted evenings putting herself through college...who has prayed and devoted her life to Jesus since she was a young mother and yet endured much hardship.

My mother now faces the battle of her life: cancer.

I won't ask "Why, Lord!?" I will only weep...and pray that God would touch her body and heal the cancer, through His own healing hand or through the hands of the physicians who will care for my mother.

I will stand in the gap for my mother when she is emotionally unable to, when her body is too sick to do so. I will lift her up to Jesus...