I have a lot of different voices in my ear most days. There’s the medical opinions, the fake-medical-conspiracy opinions, the voices of good friends ringing to see how I am, the voice of fear that comes in whenever things don’t look so good to the human eye…. and then there’s my own voice…. my thoughts. Many times my own thoughts are like ten thousand crossed telephone wires and it’s a real struggle to still them.
In times like these I have to listen out carefully for the one voice that will never force itself into my world. The voice that will not huff and puff and stomp away if it goes unheeded, the voice that will speak oh-so-softly to me until I come around…. the still, small voice of the spirit of God.
I have been walking a rough path for the last 18 months or so now. Anyone who has endured cancer treatment will understand immediately the agony of this path, not only on your own body and life but in the lives of those that love you. But in the middle of all of that, I have learnt to recognise the quiet voice of God. To date it has not let me down nor steered me in the wrong direction. It brings peace and comfort and allows me a chance to… breathe….when the reality of my world would seek to crush the very air from my lungs.
And so I’m making sure this is the one voice that doesn’t get ignored. I’m weeding out the voices that would seek to bring harm, no matter how well intentioned and allowing only those that bring hope and peace. I know there are still those who read this blog who would call me naive, ignorant or even ‘idiotic’ as one lovely soul put it. But you know what? I don’t care.
My house, my rules. It’s my garden and I decide what grows in it.
And in the center of that garden I choose to plant myself, by the unfailing word of God.
Jeremiah 17:7-8 says:
7 “…blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD,
whose confidence is in him.
8 They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”
I have no idea what the future holds but I know that if I am anchored with deep roots, whatever comes can huff and puff but when it’s all said and done, I will still be standing strong. My hope lies not in doctors or medicine, though I am very grateful for the help they bring. My hope, my confidence, is in the God of Heaven.
He does not and cannot lie.
Watch and see.