I had my blog all planned out in my head, in fact I did it yesterday, but was too done in by a trip to the doctor in Atlanta to even think about sitting up and actually typing.
But I knew what I was going to say.
All that changed when I listened to a voice mail from one of my dear friends:
"The biopsy finally came in. It's cancer."
I burst into tears.
Sometimes I really hate this place.
This world is full of pain, loss, grief, sorrow and tears, tears, tears.
And we have it better than anyone else on the planet.
I know the situation we are in is our own fault, we live in a fallen world because of the free will given us by our Creator.
It really isn't my home, which I forget when things are going well.
I lay in my bed, crying and telling God I didn't like this, I didn't want my friend to have cancer. And then, of course, I cried for myself.
Most of the time I keep all the bad stuff of my pain in perspective, but today, everything just flooded.
I'm better now.
But I still hate this place sometimes.
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