This post is written by Cindy Hamilton as she shares her cancer journey with our readers.
Two years ago, I flew from Arkansas to Massachusetts to attend a “silent retreat” at the St. Joseph Retreat Center in Cohasset, MA. The entire eight days was devoted to silence, prayer, and just being with God. It was so easy. At the end of my week, my husband (a pilot) and I decided that I would rent a car, drive from Cohasset to New York, and catch a flight home to Arkansas with him. I was game. In the rental was a simple GPS system that would help me find Preston. He told me that I would be fine as long as I didn’t go over the bridge and end up in New York City. The trip went well with only a few “recalculations”. That is until I approached New York City. Looking at the map, I thought that I could “wing” it and not listening to the GPS, made a wrong and crucial turn. The woman’s voice got more and more demanding with her “recalculating, recalculating”! It looked like I was going entirely in the wrong direction. I knew I’d really messed up when I passed by the Bronx Zoo. Uh, oh, I was in trouble. It was 5:00 in the evening, and I found myself right in the middle of rush hour traffic in New York City. As a small town girl (pop. 4,000), I admit to a slight………let me be honest and say……huge feeling of panic! Taking a deep breath, I prayed that God would get me out of there. Knowing that God and the GPS knew exactly where I was, I focused on taking the right turns, trusting with a blind faith that I could make my way through the maze of streets. And it was a maze! The GPS usually takes the shortest route, so I turned down side streets and one that even looked like an alley! At one time, I was stopped underneath the Lincoln Tunnel and the GPS starting saying, “recalculating, recalculating” because she had lost her signal! Long story, short……..I found Preston! I was never so glad to drive into that motel parking lot, praising and thanking God!
This journey with breast cancer may look very similar. Faith is stepping out into the unknown, believing that God is there to lead us to the other side. There may be some panicky voices from others, but I have to listen to His still, quiet voice. God reminded me this morning that this journey of faith is like that of a small, trusting child confidently taking her daddy’s hand. At this point, the ONLY thing that I can do is trust that God knows exactly what He is doing and where we are going.
Cancer and Faith Articles by Cindy Hamilton