Miracles and Wonders
Let go and let God
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Let go and let God. That’s an expression that I’ve heard many times, but honestly never
understood. Let go of what? Let God do what? I simply didn’t get it. What does that
really mean? Like so many other things in my life, I now understand. Sad that it took
going through chemotherapy and dealing with cancer to figure it out, but in a way if
God hadn’t given me that trial, I might never have understand. So now, looking back
over my illness and treatments and seeing the outcome and the changes in my life,
strangely enough, I consider getting cancer a blessing. That may be hard for you to
understand, but it is true. Dealing with my cancer has brought me so much closer to
my family, friends, and God and has given me this greater understanding. I like to think
God has opened my eyes, my heart, and my mind.
It was a few days after my 2nd chemo treatment that I realized I could not go through
these treatments by myself. It was long, painful, and the most difficult process that I
had ever experienced. If I was going to make it through the rest of my treatments I
was going to need help. Sure, I had the help and support of a kind, loving husband and
friends and family who cared, but I knew that still wasn’t going to be enough. The
pain, loneliness, and fear were all things I would have to cope with on my own and I
didn’t know how I could possibly do that for the next few months. That’s when I
truly turned to God.
It had been years since I had attended church or even prayed, but out of desperation
and pain, I turned to God for help that night. It was late and I was in bed but I couldn’t
sleep. The room was dark, my husband sound asleep, and it was perfectly quiet except
for all the thoughts racing through my mind -- all the pain, and fear, and a sense of utter
hopelessness. So I prayed. I mean I really prayed. Honest, heartfelt praying where
you just pour out everything and ask for help. Now some will say that it was just an
emotional release or perhaps exhaustion from a long day of treatment, but as I prayed a
warm and calming peace came over me. It felt like a large warm hand being placed
over my body. I’m speaking literally. I had a warm, peaceful sensation of comfort,
and my mind stopped racing, and I fell asleep.
I now realize that THIS is what is meant by letting go. Letting all of that fear and pain
and everything else go. Letting it disappear and allowing God to take it from you. Not
praying for help yet still holding on it all and trying to deal with it myself, but completely
and absolutely trusting Jesus to handle it for me. Letting go and letting God. Yes, I
understand. Finally, I really understand.
understood. Let go of what? Let God do what? I simply didn’t get it. What does that
really mean? Like so many other things in my life, I now understand. Sad that it took
going through chemotherapy and dealing with cancer to figure it out, but in a way if
God hadn’t given me that trial, I might never have understand. So now, looking back
over my illness and treatments and seeing the outcome and the changes in my life,
strangely enough, I consider getting cancer a blessing. That may be hard for you to
understand, but it is true. Dealing with my cancer has brought me so much closer to
my family, friends, and God and has given me this greater understanding. I like to think
God has opened my eyes, my heart, and my mind.
It was a few days after my 2nd chemo treatment that I realized I could not go through
these treatments by myself. It was long, painful, and the most difficult process that I
had ever experienced. If I was going to make it through the rest of my treatments I
was going to need help. Sure, I had the help and support of a kind, loving husband and
friends and family who cared, but I knew that still wasn’t going to be enough. The
pain, loneliness, and fear were all things I would have to cope with on my own and I
didn’t know how I could possibly do that for the next few months. That’s when I
truly turned to God.
It had been years since I had attended church or even prayed, but out of desperation
and pain, I turned to God for help that night. It was late and I was in bed but I couldn’t
sleep. The room was dark, my husband sound asleep, and it was perfectly quiet except
for all the thoughts racing through my mind -- all the pain, and fear, and a sense of utter
hopelessness. So I prayed. I mean I really prayed. Honest, heartfelt praying where
you just pour out everything and ask for help. Now some will say that it was just an
emotional release or perhaps exhaustion from a long day of treatment, but as I prayed a
warm and calming peace came over me. It felt like a large warm hand being placed
over my body. I’m speaking literally. I had a warm, peaceful sensation of comfort,
and my mind stopped racing, and I fell asleep.
I now realize that THIS is what is meant by letting go. Letting all of that fear and pain
and everything else go. Letting it disappear and allowing God to take it from you. Not
praying for help yet still holding on it all and trying to deal with it myself, but completely
and absolutely trusting Jesus to handle it for me. Letting go and letting God. Yes, I
understand. Finally, I really understand.