Monday, December 21, 2009


When I saw the doctor last Wednesday, he said there was a possibility that my biopsy would be back on Friday. So at about 5 minutes after 2 on Friday I called to see if it had come in. The receptionist said that it had. I asked to speak to the doctor, but she said he had already left. She said the reports had come in just minutes before I called, after he had left for the weekend. I don't begrudge the guy taking off early on a Friday, but why last Friday?? I got to spend the whole weekend knowing that my report was sitting on his desk, and that the receptionist knows what I have, but I don't. I imagined maybe my friend and I breaking in to the office, and making a copy of the report for myself. But when I picture that scenario in my head, it looks like a Laverne and Shirley episode, so I decided to just let it go..... The doctor does surgery on Mondays, so I don't know if I will hear from him at all today. I will probably just have to wait until my appointment tomorrow (have I mentioned that I am extremely impatient and a control freak?)

I have to admit that when this all began, I would characterize my faith as "weak." I knew ultimately that God would take care of me, but my fear was that things wouldn't turn out the way I wanted them to. While God always holds us in the palm of His hand, some people do not get physical healing. My fear was that I would die much earlier than I had planned.... My fear was that God taking care of me would entail me having peace with my premature suffering and death (I really do have a very active imagination, I know.) I never asked myself  "Why me?", it has always been "Why not me?" Why shouldn't I be the one to get cancer.... sometimes bad things, terrible things, happen. I just don't want them to happen to me, but I recognize that they very well could. (notice how many times I and me appear in this paragraph- I have hilighted them for you, just in case you didn't notice. Could it be that my focus on myself, and not on Him, is the problem......)

The day that I got a bad test report and went to the church in the middle of a breakdown, the lady praying with me was first praying for me and my family to have peace. And I remember thinking- No, no! not peace! Healing! Pray for healing, because I do not want this thing that I fear so much. Of course, then she did pray for healing for me. But isn't it funny (and very human) that we want our pain and suffering to be taken away, instead of just asking God to use it! I lean on the works of the apostle Paul, who said:

there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:7-12)

Oh, to be like James, who wrote: Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything (James 1:2-4)

Oh goodness- does he really expect me to consider my trials a joy, because they develop perseverance and character!? What I really want is just to live a simple life, free from pain and drama.... I just want to go on with my plans for my life.... Really, is developing perseverance and character that important.... can't I just skip that part....

The first week or 2 of all of this, I was paralyzed with fear. People were telling me that these tests are often wrong and don't mean anything. I have to admit, that made me angry- because even though that may be completely true, when it is happening to you, it is terrifying, and you don't want to feel like maybe you are overreacting and being irrational. And no matter how many people rally around you and support you and pray for you- you still know that ultimately you are alone in it. No one else can walk through it for you. I realized early on that this was just gonna me and God walking through this one together..... Even though I leaned on God and trusted Him..... my human self was just terrified, and even though people were telling me that God had me in the palm of His hand, it was hard to believe, many times I just didn't feel it. I mean, I believed and had faith, but I didn't really believe and have faith. Does anyone understand what I mean? It's like I had it in my head, but it took a while to work down into my heart. Like the father of the possessed boy who said to Jesus- I do believe! Help me overcome my unbelief! Mark 9:24. We believe, we think we believe, but there is always another level of faith that we strive toward.

So about 10 days ago, I guess all the prayers that people were praying for me to have peace actually kicked in. Suddenly, almost overnight, I felt better. I still had to have the biopsy, I still feared the surgery itself. But I have no longer been paralyzed by the fear of the outcome. Somehow, I really know that I am going to be OK. I have been able to move on with my life and enjoy my family and enjoy the holiday season. I have somehow been able to "look past the curve" (I will explain that one later- this post is already too long.) The only explanation I have for how I went from terror to peace is a miraculous work of God on my heart, an answer to the prayers of so many.....

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:7.


  1. A fantastic testimony.
    My prayers continue for you!

    God does meet us.
    Sometimes it just takes us a while to be ready to hear Him.

    Becky K.

  2. Jacquelynne,
    I found your blog months and months ago while searching for punchneedle patterns and I was struck by your creativity and beautiful artwork, but even more so by your words of faith AND your acts of kindness and generosity. I have always been a believer, but in the way that you described in today's post--in my mind, but less so in my heart. I desperately want it in my heart, but can't quite find a path to that kind of relationship with God. I think that it is natural to examine one's faith during an experience such as yours, but I want you to know that you are an inspiration to me. Your spirit gives me hope! And your Laverne & Shirley references make me smile... :)

    I'll be thinking of you and praying for you today!

    Tricia Hicks

  3. Bless you Jacquelynne. Praying the Lord will continue to give you peace.

  4. Jacquelynne, I just came from the Caringbridge website after checking up on my friend Cheryl who has brian cancer and has survived against all odds. She was the one who led me to the Lord years ago. From there I came to check on you. What marvelous things God has done over the past few days. I wish you could read your posts from our side and see His transformation in you. You will continue to be in my prayers today. Are you still snowed in?

  5. Jackie,

    Already what you have gone through has helped others and made them stronger. So even though you think you are using the word "I" and "me" alot you really are teaching "us" with your wisdom.

    Praying for a complete healing for you in Jesus name and some peace thrown in there too Lord. :) (Love you)

  6. Oh Sweet Noble Wife, My prayers are going up for your healing. I am waiting with bated breath for the results of your biopsy.
    God be with you

  7. May the good Lord continue to uphold you in His tender loving care.

  8. My prayers are with you. You just stand still and know.....

  9. Bless you and Amen.
    Praying you get good results.

  10. IT is difficult AND terrifying to face such a thing. As I told you, my husband and I both faced such things this past summer. I will hold you in our prayers today and pray for good news AND peace in the face of all things.



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