I used to be very concerned about appearances. My home had to be just so before I could enjoy guests coming over. On Sundays, my girls were the ones in the matching dresses without a hair out of place. I found myself constantly worried about the thoughts and opinions of others. But, then…
My mother was diagnosed with stage IV lymphoma and, without any warning, I was thrust into a world of chemotherapy, wigs and nausea medicines.
On the outside, I carried on with the business of life. Inside, however, I was worried and anxious about things far more important than whether or not my middle child was wearing the right shoes. And it changed me…for the better.
God began to open my eyes and soften my heart. I found myself realizing that a multitude of people walk around with hidden hurts and heavy hearts. Sure, when you are sitting in the middle of a chemo room, the pain is obvious. Yet, there are no fewer hurting people in the carpool line, the grocery store, or the conference room. Some wounds are just not visible to the naked eye.
Why is it that we hide our hurts from each other?
Why must cancer come calling before we realize that the walking wounded are all around us?
It doesn’t matter what show a person puts on. No one makes it through this life unscathed. We are all one phone call, one job loss, one disappointment away from desperation.
How do we survive a fallen world?
Love one another. Just as I have loved you, you must also love one another. – John 13:34