I am sitting in the chemo treatment room right now, feeling thankful. I'm thankful for the word of God that I just read and thankful for how timely and encouraging it was. I'm thankful for the new friendships of the people that I meet here; people who understand what I am going through, people whom I understand. And I am thankful that I only have breast cancer. It could be much, much worse.
At the same time as my feelings of thankfulness, I also feel like I'm running a marathon. I have gotten to the part of the race where I'm breathing so heavily that I can't carry on a conversation anymore. I can feel my heart wanting to beat out of my chest. All the people offering Gatorade and water are behind me and it is just me, God and the road. I'm still far enough way from the finish line that I can't see it. But I know it is there...somewhere up ahead, waiting for me to cross it.
Obviously I know there are still people on the sidelines cheering me on. I guess I am just so caught up in the race that I can barely see them anymore. I just have to remember to breathe. I have 8 treatments left. I'm going to make it. God's grace is sufficient.
After you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, the one who called you into his eternal glory in Christ Jesus, will himself restore, empower, strengthen, and establish you. 1 Peter 5:10