Cancer

I learned this afternoon that our pastor, Ralph Diehl, has been diagnosed with prostrate cancer. Ayron and I were in the nursery on Saturday so we missed the news. I happened to catch a post written by our pastors son, Nathan.

After quickly scanning Pastor's blog, I began wondering and talking with God. Why him Lord? Why a servant of Your word? Then it hit me, why not him? Who better to have the faith and determination to beat this? Then I realized what song was playing on the radio, Natalie Grant's "Held." For those of you who are not familiar with that song, here are the lyrics

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling

Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our Savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We'd be held

It's like God was telling me, "Shut and listen to the song Carma. I know what I am doing." I get it now, Thanks God.