Hope for Tomorrow | She Chose Hope Guest Post
I’m honored to have my article “Hope for Tomorrow” published as a She Chose Hope story.
Moments that mark our lives—the ones we never anticipate being writing into our stories—can be hard to remember. With time and distance it’s these moments I’ve found to be worth remembering because they are the ones that tell the story of God’s faithfulness. While time may paint an ever-evolving story, the same truth will always shine through: God has been faithful. There is healing and hope in uncovering that to be true when we are walking an unknown path.
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The third of March used to be just another day. Five years ago, that changed.
My world began a new trajectory when the doctor on the other end of the call confirmed a rare tumor diagnosis. Although I didn’t know it at the time, the third of March became a defining date in the story of my life. I’ve long forgotten the details of the phone call—where I was, what I was doing, what the doctor said, or how I felt when I ended the call—what I’ll never forget is when it happened.
Family and friends have long forgotten the date, and year after year, the anniversary passes without any fanfare. But for me, it’s not just another day. It’s a day I find healing and hope as I look back and remember.
In Ecclesiastes, we learn there is a time for everything:
Once an inconsequential date on the calendar, the anniversary of my diagnosis has become a time to remember, “a time to heal” (Ecclesiastes 3:3 ESV). A day shaped by sitting with what was and what is; a day to grieve what has been lost and recognize all that has been gained. A day to look back and discern the journey through the lens of time and distance.
A day to note how I navigated the fear and doubt I felt through the trial and error of multiple chemotherapy drugs. A day to commemorate the elation that arose when my oncologist shared, “you don’t have to go to the infusion center today—you are done with treatment!” There’s a day to name the frustration of not being able to walk unaided by a device while reliving the joy of taking my first “normal” steps after a successful operation years later. A day to feel the weight of the words, “the latest MRI shows some growth.”
These are the moments that have marked my life—ones I never anticipated being written into my story, and some that can be hard to remember.
But with time, I’ve found these are the moments worth remembering because they are the ones that tell the story of God’s faithfulness.