Becoming cured. 

I have cancer. I have a cancer inside of me. It starts in the pit of my stomach. It moves into my back. It reaches my arms and legs. It’s in my lungs now and my heart too. I have cancer. And it finishes by moving into my brain. It stays there for months. Months turn into years. I have cancer. I carry it around like old baggage. It follows me wherever I go. Whenever I start to think about it, my stomach tosses and turns. Just as I do at night when I’m thinking about the cancer inside of my head. I’ve tried the drugs to get rid of it. They almost got rid of me entirely. It was the drugs or the cancer that would kill me. I have cancer. I searched for a cure through my own merits. How else could I solve this mass that just kept growing inside me? I took the matter into my own hands but got nowhere. I was a weak human being that looked so strong on the outside but I was dying on the inside. Just when my body started to decay, I found my cure. It wasn’t some miraculous sign performed. It came and settled like a thief in the night. But this Thief didn’t come to steal. He came to give. And He gave me new life and a new body to be used for His own glorification. God is the cure for all of our cancers in our lives. We all have cancer that we can’t deny. We all have that mass in our lives that weighs us down & keeps us up at night. Don’t let it get the best of you. Turn to God for He is the cure that you’ve been seeking.