This past year I found a black dot on my thumbnail that looked like a pencil point. Nothing much to it. Then it became an abrasion at the end of my nail. My doctor referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who found it to be malignant skin cancer.
At that point I said, “I can’t do this myself. It’s in your hands, God.” That part I remember clearly. It turns out that it was really, really was up to Him (and a good surgeon).
But God has taken the mess of my life, all my heartache, all my troubles with everything I’m going through now, and He’s got it. I’m not worried. I have learned that through this you have to take baby steps. What I would tell someone is you do your best fighting and talking on your knees.
As Christians there will be hard and painful times, but God promises to never leave us. This promise definitely came true in my life during this time.
The doctors weren’t sure if I’d survive, but I did! I also started struggling with depression and anxiety. After this, in a last ditch attempt to finally get my life together, I cried out to God, and he answered me.
End of February I must enroll for university literally we have no cent, no decent clothes to wear and I wonder if I will be able to register but I’m still praying. God is Faithful.