I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker and the writers of Five Minute Friday – would love for you to join us! Today’s writing prompt is: Small.
This nagging fear…it is small but there.
I am year 3 going on year 4. Remission.
Remission. Not cured.
Remission. I’m not sure what it really means.
In all honesty, to me, it means paused. We are on hold, holding our breath to see if something so small,
so minuscule, unseen by the human eye,
take root, grow, and uproot our lives again.
A cancer cell. It only takes one to attract others. They gather together, divide and have a tumor party. If this happens in an organ, for me, the party on this earth will be over.
Year 3 going on year 4 is a critical time. It is not time to exhale yet. It is almost long enough for the small to become large enough to reveal itself in symptoms & scans.
Speaking of symptoms, these small aches and pains. They cause a small pause within the pause. We tell ourselves they are side effects. We pray they stay small, yes, to stay bearable, but mostly to stay benign.
A small seed of belief. When given to Him, he plants it and grows a tree. Shade for this aching body to rest and refresh. We sit under together, I tell Him my fear. I thank Him for the shade and this view of life. I realize that paused and planting seeds is beautiful, indeed. I believe and see, the biggest party is yet to be.