Today, I'm going to share with you my journal entry from this morning.
"Here I sit, waiting. I've once again found my schedule leading me to the cancer center on a Thursday morning. It no longer feels like a punch in the face to come here. It's normal, typical, and commonplace.
The cancer center waiting room is a fascinating place to me. The patrons are so diverse and unique. As I glance around the room, I notice a mother-daughter pair sitting silently in the corner. They are stoic and emotionless. Then, there is a married couple sitting to my right. The wife is in a wheelchair with her head between her knees. The husband occasionally tries to involve her in small talk, but she has yet to respond. Then, there is an older couple sitting across the room. The lady sits silently, studying the other patients, while her husband buries his nose in the latest bestseller. They haven't uttered a single word. A man who looks to be in his 60s just came in and quickly planted himself in front of the TV.
But, there are 2 women in the middle of the room. They aren't together, but they are sitting in close proximity to each other. This pair immediately caught me with their charisma as I entered the room. They greeted me with smiles and warm words. Sure, they're sick, too. Each one had an unflattering wig placed crookedly atop her head as a testament to the fact. What was so different about these women?
These women were like Jesus. As we walk through life, we're going to be flogged by trials, by less-than-pleasant circumstances. But, you know what? Jesus is right there, in the middle of them, waiting to greet us. For me, this room of disheartened people represents the world and all of its flaws and those ladies represent the joy of Jesus. He is bigger than any sickness, any broken relationship, any struggle that seems impossible."