My co-worker was just diagnosed with breast cancer. I found out today. When she told me, it was like someone kicked me in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of me. Life is so…uncertain. I have NO idea how people make it, without a true…anchor. A rock. Something to lean on, when the weight of life causes us to stagger and stumble.

I could see the tears well up in her eyes, as she spoke.  She’s terrified. I grabbed her hand, and spoke words, that sounded so empty, at the time — “I will pray for you. Hang in there. God is with you, in all of it”. She replied, “If it ain’t one thing, it’s another”.

Ain’t that the truth. Seems like there’s always something coming. Life lets up, only to press down again, at the most inopportune times. We think all is well, and then we get a devastating diagnosis, or some other really bad news. You just nevah know.

I’m not one to offer catchy, irritating “Christian speak”, when someone is going thru a trial. Sometimes there’s nothing to say, that will lessen the weight. I’m cool with that, because I often prefer folks to just…hold my hand and pray me through, to the other side of my burden.

“Though satan should buffet, though trials should come, let this blessed assurance control, that Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and has shed His own blood, for my soul. It is well. It is well. It is well, with my soul.”

Remember my friend, Melynda, in prayer…

A Nappy Girl