by Linda M. Harris
The dreary February day, with its gray skies, leafless trees, and piles of plowed snow, seemed an echo of my disquieted heart.
My husband, Tommy, and I were on an overnight stay at Peaks of Otter Lodge on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We were celebrating our 30th wedding anniversary before my upcoming surgery the following Monday.
Fear hung over my head as heavily as the dark clouds over the mountains. After many tests, the doctors were uncertain about the cause of my physical pain. In my heart I already knew it was cancer. Silently I prayed, “Lord, help me! Calm my fears. Watch over me. And please grant Tommy Your peace as he worries about what this may mean.”
Our getaway was bittersweet as we tried to relax and enjoy our time together, knowing our future anniversaries might never be. As we continued our drive along the winding road, suddenly the clouds parted. What a few moments before had been foreboding and gloomy, now was beautiful with the brightly shining sun and brilliant blue skies.
Soon the clouds returned and the sun was again hidden. But I knew that just as the sun, though hidden from my view, was still shining, so was my faithful God. He reminded me that He had promised never to leave me or forsake me, and He had given me His precious peace to replace my fear.
I did indeed have cancer, with a recurrence three years later. I am now cancer-free. I praise God for so sweetly teaching me that even if our lives seem hard, the trials painful, and the future uncertain, He never fails. He is always there, just as the sun continues to shine so brilliantly behind the storm clouds.
Linda M. Harris is aging more or less gracefully near Scottsville, Va. Married, with two grown married children, she is active in women’s ministry and lay counseling at her church. Her interests include reading, writing, cooking, and spoiling her two extraordinary grandchildren.
This article originally appeared in the February, 2012 issue of Mature Living. Subscribe