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          The ability to know that you are secure and safe regardless of what life throws at you.
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          We are sold a lie—the lie that says our circumstances dictate our peace, our joy, and our
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          contentment. God’s word has another view, one that I have had to test throughout my
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          cancer treatment and recovery, and I’m finally starting to see through the fog at what
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          this actually looks like.
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          We are guaranteed to have troubles. Not if, but when, so why am I shocked when those
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          troubles hit? I question God and His goodness; I’ve even accused Him of playing
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          favorites. It’s only in the moments when I quiet my heart and look at His word that I can
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          see the way forward.
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          I want a quick fix.
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          He wants lasting peace.
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          And this comes with a price tag. One that none of us willingly pays. But in His grace and
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          mercy, He allows—actually requires—us to pay the price of admission to a ride we don’t
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          want to be on, to experience things we could never imagine. All of it with a heart of
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          endearing love and affection for us.
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          So unfortunately, friends, true peace does not happen on the other side of struggle. It’s
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          not waiting for things to get better—for the test results we so long to see when opening
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          our portal, or the bills that won’t stop rolling in. Sometimes our marriages are struggling
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          or our kids are off the rails. That peace I long for, it’s in Him alone. It’s knowing that I am
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          held no matter what the test says, no matter how hard that relationship is or how little
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          we have in the bank account. Those things are simply ways that He is calling my heart
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          to trust Him in a way that I would not otherwise.
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          And that peace I speak of—I have listened to so many podcasts regarding cancer and
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          what it takes to “cure” oneself. If I eat everything correctly, and do a deep soul search, if
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          I ground myself and meditate, then surely the cancer won’t come back. Here’s the
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          problem with all of that: it’s great and healthy and definitely a tool that God uses for our
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          healing, but it doesn't solve the main problem. I don’t trust that God has my best
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          interests at heart. I think that I know better, and what He has up His sleeve is like a bag
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          of coal on Christmas morning. Even if my health was perfect, my relationships were all
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          bliss, and my bills were not only paid but I had excess in the bank, I would still miss the
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          peace that only He promises. And that comes on the other side of trust—trusting that
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          He’s got me. Struggles and all.
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          I tell myself on hard days that I need to have more faith, and try to convince myself not
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          to be anxious—how does that work, anyone?? No, He does not hold me to some
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          standard that is out of my reach. He holds me exactly where I am, in my mess of
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          emotions and relationships, in my test results that don’t line up with what I planned. It’s
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          there, and only there, that I can breathe. Not because my heart doesn’t race, but because
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          even in the racing, He’s got me.
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          So if you dare, join me in this peace, something so different than you will find sold by
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          well-meaning podcasts and programs. The peace that says it’s okay not to be okay. That
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          you are perfect right where you are, how you are, and that you can breathe because you
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          are held so tight that nothing will cross your path today that He will not be walking right
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          beside you.
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          The best thing is that I don't have to pretend to be okay. Faith is being able to say, "I am
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          not okay, God please meet me here." Trusting He will, and not rushing the process. I
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          have to swallow my pride—the notion that I can do it all on my own—and set aside my
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          need to control the outcome and enjoy the ride, upset stomach, headache, and all.
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          Letting go is where real freedom is. And letting the One who is in control do just that. My
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          security is not in what I can do; it's in the most true thing about me: I am loved, held,
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          cared for, and known. Every hair on my head is counted (even when I had none). My
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          days were already planned before I was born; He has good things for me. None of that
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          promises ease or longevity, but it does produce peace and a life that is full of adventure
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          and depth, highs and lows. Don’t unbuckle yet, it’s just getting good!
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           -Tracey
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          You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every
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          moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts
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          about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! Psalms 139:1
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