When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.
Back in January, I selected “trust” as my word for the year. Turns out it has been a real challenge.
My heart breaks for my eldest brother, who is today undergoing a very long and difficult surgery to remove his tongue and possibly his voice box as his 10-month battle with throat cancer continues. He’s been told the recovery will be lengthy and challenging; it will begin with 4 days in intensive care.
He will never speak again. He will never eat again, other than via feeding tube.
I talked with him yesterday for the last time. The final thing he said to me was, “I love you.”
I can’t know what God’s will is in all of this, of course. I fervently hope that my brother will finally be cancer-free after having given up so much, and going through so much.
I know I must trust.
I am trying.