One year ago . . .
One year ago today my mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.
Hearing her tell me the news is something I will never forget.
I walked into her office as she was receiving the news over the phone, two days before Christmas.
Later that evening we enjoyed Church together listening to the story of the birth of our Savior and sang along to these fitting lryics:
"the thrill of hope,
the weary world rejoices,
for yonder breaks a new & glorious morn,
Fall on your knees,
oh hear the angel's voices,
Oh night divine,
Oh night when Christ was born"
My mother is a pillar of faith, a prayer warrior, role model, a gorgeous beauty, a woman over-flowing with talent, complete with a business mind.
She is a mother, a wife and a grandmother.
A woman filled with laughter, love, joy and an infectious spirit.
She is also a breast cancer survivor.
As we enter this Christmas week my heart is emensly thankful and wildly full.
One year ago my precious mother was diagnosed with cancer.
She is now a cancer survivor.
One year ago I lived 10 hours away from her.
I am now blessed to see her each day.
Thank you Lord for your love, friendship, healing, grace, refuge and strength.
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." Philippians 4:6
My mothers small touches of pink Christmas decor throughout her home will forever have new meaning:
Wishing you and yours a Blessed Christmas!