Two weeks ago, one of my oldest, most faithful friend who just got engaged at 53 was diagnosed with breast cancer and got immediately scheduled for a mastectomy. And every fiber of me wants to shout that it’s unfair. I want to yell and fight and scream away that spear that rips through her insides. But my words have no power. And all that I have is Jesus, the true Prince of Peace.

Last Thursday, my dearest, sweetest young friend lost the baby that was growing in her womb, the child who was being woven in the secret places of her heart. And I sense the intensity of the pain in her wounded soul, and all my words seem to fall to the ground like a vase broken in a million pieces. And all that remains is Jesus, the mighty Prince of Peace.

Today, my sweet sweet friend lost her son to a drug overdose, this son for whom she has been fiercely fighting day in and day out with every breath she took for the last seventeen years. And I can hardly wrap my head around the pain in my gut. And all my words seem to fall through the cracks of my screaming soul. And all that is left is Jesus. He remains the Prince of Peace.

And I can’t catch my breath for the pain in my chest.

And Jesus, King of the Now, He hates it all more than I do.

And Jesus, King of the Now, He remains the Prince of Peace.

Oh death, where is your victory?

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann

one thousand#702 Being allowed to love my three friends through grief

#703 Having a husband who speaks truth to me

#704 The Lord protection when I fell today

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