Finally some concrete answers.
Daddy has Follicular Non-Hodgkin’s B-Cell Lymphoma. It’s in the bone of his upper left arm, his humerus. He will begin chemotherapy soon.
I had a friend just ask me how I’m doing. That’s a good question. When I talk about Daddy having cancer, I feel torn between this need to be strong (because I know that God’s in control) and this feeling that if I could just start crying I wouldn’t stop, like a lump in my throat and waves of sadness. Like right now, it’s a good thing I’m not eating anything because I wouldn’t be able to swallow it.
How do we reconcile our human emotions with the things we know that we know that we know about the Lord and His all-consuming power, love, sovereignty? Is it ever okay to cry in fear of the unknown if I truly believe that God’s got this?
I think yes…Ecclesiastes 3:4 says, “a time to weep and a time to laugh,a time to mourn and a time to dance”.