I came across this blogpost quite by chance. It made me stop and reconsider a lot of situations. I will let the blog speak for itself, as Bruce Buchanan says it so much better than I can.
As I am approaching the end of my chemo regimen [one infusion remaining! (September 5-7)], my wife mentioned that we should pray that this last treatment is successful at wiping out any remaining cancer cells that may have survived the first eleven treatments (in other words, any tough, chemo-resistant cells). It made me realize that while I have been dealing with the side effects of chemo, I have unconsciously transitioned into thinking of the chemo as my “enemy” because of the unpleasant side effects. After Patty’s comment, I was reminded that chemo is not an “enemy,” it is a “friend,” a tool being used against the real enemy: cancer.
This made me begin to think about the “tools” God uses in my life. I generally greet unwelcome intrusions into my copacetic routines as “enemies” to “my peace.” They mess me up. They make me uncomfortable. They are irritating. They are…
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