Deep within myself a pain wells up.

My lungs ache from coughing.

But this is nothing compared to seeing my mom going south for surgery.

On Halloween, they will cut her open and remove the cancer.

I had a plan.

Many plans.

Haven’t you?

Tomorrow, I will do this and that.

The next day we will go south.

In the book of Isaiah 55 it says:
8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.

I tried to find a way to go.

I wanted to figure it out.

My body had other plans.

I choose to stay and rest.

I stay.

I am devastated.

I support with prayer and love.

I allow my body to heal.

I trust.

I know God has us all in the palm of His hand.

I stay.

I watch mom and dad go with tears welling up.