some things just fit in perfectly.
i was recently contacted by Laura Sobiech regarding her book tour coming up.
who is Laura and why did her reaching out mean anything to me?
because of her son, Zach Sobiech, who i posted about last year.
Zach’s story moved me…it brought me to tears…it made me reflect and dig a little deeper, it brought me joy and hope, and it reminded me of my own trials.
Laura wanted me to read her new book, Fly a Little Higher, help spread the word about the book tour, and share how i relate to their story/cause/movement. i couldn’t say no.
cancer has made such an impact on my life and family – and i want it gone.
zach’s story still needs to be heard.
laura’s story needs to be shared.
we all have important stories – life experiences that connect us to complete strangers.
embrace it – share it.
i really want to encourage you to get this book, or to at least help spread the word.
lives can be changed – saved even.
when i hear “illness” i think of my mom.
in case you didn’t know, my mother passed away of leukemia (10 years this december).
my days are torn between being used to this life without parents – not even thinking of it as not normal; other days are spent with questions in my head for them to answer, memories, pain, frustration, joy, sadness, happiness…etc.
…back to the question.
how did my mother’s illness/battle with cancer have an impact on my life?
how could it not?
i’m sure i could spend the next hundred years talking about how much it hurt, how challenging it was, how much i miss her; but i want to focus on the good towards the end of my mothers life, not the pain that caused her to leave this world.
during her illness, my mother held onto hope.
not hope that she would be healed – but hope that God’s plan far outweighed hers.
hope that her savior would bring comfort.
hope that others would come to know Jesus.
hope that healing of hearts would occur – not only cancer.
i’m sure she had reservations, frustrations, and worry.
but never fear.
my mother was not afraid of death – she told everyone so.
i only wish her fearlessness had been contageous.
i feel like i’m rambling…and i am; but when i start thinking of my mom, and her end of life story – so many things bleed into my mind.
my mom loved Jesus.
she shared Jesus.
she had a nurse named ruth.
during one of ruth’s shifts my mom asked her, “do you know the meaning of your name?”
ruth said that no, she didn’t – my mom told her to come back on her break if she wanted to learn about it. sure enough, ruth came back and my mom opened her Bible and read her the book of Ruth. my mom would walk into other patients rooms, with her iv poll trailing behind her, and ask how she could pray for them. she impacted so many lives that when she slipped into a coma and was moved to the ICU the nurses from the 8th floor would come during their breaks and before/after their shifts to visit with my mom and family.
so how did my mom’s illness impact my life?
it made me realize that nothing i face should ever draw me away from God.
that God is faithful, and brings peace.
that even in my suffering i can be joyful and invest in others.
my mom, whom i love and miss daily (as well as my dad), continues to inspire, encourage, discipline, and guide me.
just because someone is gone, doesn’t mean their legacy is not still living.