Photo Credit: Benjamin Joyce

(By Rachel Joyce)

As we prepared to leave for my dad’s appointment at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, I fished through my pencil case for a pen to take with me so I could record all the specialists had to say. I drew out my Hope*writer’s pen and smiled. Yes. This was exactly what I needed.

My Hope*writer’s pen was for writing words of hope. And words of hope were what my family needed.

The previous report had not been good; the doctors in Augusta had told us that because of his type of cancer, there was nothing they could do for him. But we refused to give up, so we were going for a second opinion. Despite the fear and hope wrestling within me, God’s Word provided a sure foundation for my feet:

God is with us every step of the way, holding our hand and strengthening us. He is our shield and our protector. He will not allow anything into our lives that He cannot use for His glory and our blessing. He is good and does good no matter what. Even if loss and grief are ours, He will keep us from going under and will hold us with His everlasting arms until we see His beautiful face.