Reflection: Having cancer should be, in theory, a significant inconvenience, for I write novels. The last one was particularly a struggle because of weariness. But this is what I’ve learned to do: I go to bed and consciously offer up the manuscript to God as an offering. I do so because of the conviction that if it is God’s will that the novel be finished, then nothing on earth will prevent it from being so. And if God is not interested in the project, then I don’t want anything to do with it either.
It’s basically that simple.
By the way: I finished it. I felt carried by God, and it was wonderful.
Prayer: Dear Lord Jesus, You have promised to be with me until the end of the age, so I am never alone, lost in the madness and challenges of life. In every way, you are Immanuel, “God with us,” and I love you for it. Amen.