by Texas Homesteader ~
In my family we have a tradition. It’s one that brings comfort again & again. We each have a small cross that we keep with us. The ladies in my family keep it in the lipstick pocket of their jeans. When things get tough in life, we can reach into that pocket, feel that cross and know this comfort:
We do not walk the path alone. God is with us.
When I received a breast cancer diagnosis, it was the most frightening time of my life. RancherMan & I clung tightly to each other as we grappled with the reality. Things were about to change!
Little by little I shared that news with family members. As I broke the news to my baby sister, I told her to not worry, I’d be sure to carry my pocket cross with me. I knew that cross would bring me comfort during the doctor visits, tests, and subsequent surgeries.
Without skipping a beat, my sis reached into her pocket and said “here, please carry MINE!” She had her own pocket cross tucked into her pocket, but she willingly passed that comfort over to me.
I carried her pocket cross with me during all my appointments. It was a constant reminder that He was with me. Even as I walked that path, I found Witness in Surprising Places during that troubling time. I knew that God was reaching out to me through others.
My Own Pocket Cross
On the morning of my surgery, my mom promised me that when I came out of surgery, my very own pocket cross would be waiting for me in my hospital room. She’d bought me a tiny metal cross with the word “BELIEVE” on it.
That pocket cross has been in my lipstick pocket since then. Day in, day out – it brings me comfort.
I knew God had been with me. I promised Him that when I was healed, I would lay that cross on the altar at each and every holy communion – giving praise to God alone for my healing!
God Comforts Me
I confided afterward to a family member that I had prayed hard for weeks that God would give me strength to get through this frightening ordeal.
But as time passed I became concerned. I was expecting the answer to my earnest prayer for strength to come as calm and poise, confidence and assurance. But I was feeling none of those things! As the surgery date closed in I found myself still very afraid and unsure of the future. Although He’d never failed me before, was God going to answer my prayer for strength?
As it turned out, the overwhelming answer is YES! The strength he offered me was in the many family members, close friends and even distant strangers that upheld me during my time of trial with their outpouring of love, support and assistance that we didn’t even have to ask for. I was so touched by the magnitude of it all, and I came through a stronger person both physically and spiritually.
If you are looking for a pocket cross of your own,
I have a small supply of them on my Online Store.
More about my healing journey:
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