Testimonies on Suffering.

The lump came back in October. I went home from the clinic and sat in my car and didn't cry. I just said, 'Jesus, I don't have any words.' That night I dreamed I was held. That's the only way I can put it. The scans in February came back clear. I don't say He always heals; I'm not naive. I say He met me in the car.

Peace came late and it came in pieces. After my husband left, after the diagnosis, after the years of just keeping the kids fed — there was a Tuesday morning, nothing special, and I sat on my back step with coffee and the peace was just there. Like a coat someone had put on me while I was sleeping. I don't know how else to say it.