I never asked “why me”. I always thought “better me”.
Today is one of those days that reinforces that.
We have a good friend whose girlfriend has been diagnosed with breast cancer. I’ve never met her. But through him I am able to help. I can offer advice. Help for nausea. Advice on hair loss. Disability is available. It’s a reprieve. Take it. I have hats and beanies. They are hers for the taking.
It feels good.
It feels right.
It feels like that year or so five years ago weren’t for naught.
I don’t pretend to know God’s plans.
I really have no credible idea why I am still here and others are not.
God knows. He has vision. He sees the big picture.
I know I’m the Cheese.
I know not everyone survives.
I know I may not always survive.
But I also know that I can help.
I offer hope. I offer help. I offer insight.
How can I run from that?
Who can really ask for more from life?
cross-posted to I Can’t Complain Any More Than Usual