It’s been 3 months plus since my world crashed upon learning of my mum’s advanced cancer.
Day by day, I learn to cope.
Day by day, I grow stronger.
Day by day, I learn to trust in Him.
Day by day, I pray.
Day by day, I learn to surrender.
Day by day, I learn to let go of guilt and despair.
Day by day, God is teaching me the meaning of life.
Day by day, He is guiding me to see what’s important.
To cherish each and every day.
To not sweat the small stuff.
Less complains. Complain… for what??
For what, when minutes are ticking by.
Day by day, I learn about perspective.
What is important.
Pride is not.
Ego is not.
Selfishness is not.
Who’s right, who’s wrong is not.
At the back of my mind, I know that whatever happens next, I can’t really prepare for it. I don’t know the outcome. I can’t control the result. I just don’t know.
And that’s life.
You can have the best counsellors and psychologist on earth, but when all is broken, faith is all you have. Faith is all you have to keep looking up, and walk one step, and the next.
The moment I realise this is the start of my journey in learning to let go of things I can’t control.
Update: After 14 months of battle with cancer, my mum who accepted Jesus as her God and Saviour, went home to be with Him. I still miss her so much. But I’m greatly comforted by the fact that I’ll see her again in Heaven.