One of the turning points in my cancer journey has been the realization that God loves me dearly and truly wants me well; in fact, He never really wanted me sick in the first place. In all honesty, I don’t believe He put this condition on me. Admittedly, I didn’t take very good care of my body (my temple) over the years. Putting junk food and all kinds of harmful things into it and not exercising, lack of sleep, uncontrolled stress resulted in physical consequences. In addition to that, I held bitterness and unforgiveness in my heart that ate me from the inside out and caused stress that my body couldn’t handle resulting in a physical breakdown, the natural consequence of abuse over time.
God loves me like no other and wants to give me His best but He needs my cooperation. In order for Him to have His way in my life, it was my job to allow His Spirit within me to get things in order. I needed to come broken before Him, giving up my will to His. It was my job to release those negative thoughts and behavioral patterns, to slam the door shut on the Enemy who was sneaking into my life through a back door, wreaking havoc. It was my job to come before Him on bended knee accepting His love, repenting of the part I played in my mess, and allowing Him to clean it up and take the steering wheel from here on.
My God is such an awesome God who so graciously and willingly redeems that which I goof up! Praise Him forever!