Walking through the Valley of Mud: A simple story for a not so simple life event

There are certain sounds in life that you never forget. Hearing a blood clot the size of my hand hit the bathroom floor at my feet surely qualifies as one of those sounds. Leaving a wide stream of blood as I stepped into the shower is another unforgettable moment. Strangely enough, I wasn't panicking. In fact, I remember feeling more irritated because this was something that I couldn't ignore. I had to call 911 to engage Rescue. I even spoke aloud, "Lord, I really don't want to have to do this."

I would soon learn that an invasive tumor was threatening my life with Endometrial cancer. But I'm still here. Although, what the world had to say about that, through faith in God I saw that He had other plans. Because of God's faithfulness, I would begin my Walk through the Valley of Mud coming out the other side--healed.