I wrote this seven years ago, during a difficult round of chemo. I read it regularly, and post it occasionally, so I never forget it:
“I feel nearly helpless against the pain. But I still have the power to choose. I can anchor my heart and mind to fear and self-pity until they drown me. Or, I can accept Jesus’ outstretched hand, and walk with him in faith, hope, and love. That, I’ve found, is the real difference between dying and living.”
