Every So Often

I wrote this in the cancer days, during a difficult round of chemo. I read it every so often, so I don’t 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 take Jesus’ outstretched hand, and walk with him in faith, hope, and love. That, I’m finding, is the real difference between dying and living.”