Emily Belle Freeman
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THIS IS MY JOY

AND MY GREAT REJOICING

For the dark days…

I met her on an airplane. Two rows up.  White mask.  Thin tufts of hair poking out from under a baseball cap.

What I noticed about her was the light in her eyes.

It didn't take long before we both realized we were flying into Phoenix for the same event.  I asked where she was traveling from.  She had just been released from the Huntsman Cancer Institute in Utah.  She was flying home.

Home.

A place where she hasn't really been for the last seven months.

Home to two kids and a husband who have been praying for her recovery, for her return.

Home to pick back up the pieces of her life with hope, and with courage, and with faith.

We talked about how hard it had been, these months and months of chemotherapy and radiation.

How hard it had been to leave the eleven-year-old and the nine- year-old.

How hard it had been to move into a new house just in time to find out about your new diagnosis, and up and leave everything behind in hopes of a cure.

Now she was flying back into that life she left behind seven months ago.  To a new home.  To new neighbors.  To her family.

We asked her if she was finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  After all that darkness.  So many months of darkness.

She responded with a sentence I won't ever forget.

"Sometimes you have to carry the light with you."

Yes.

You do.

Because sometimes life requires us to run through the darkness.

Sometimes that's just the way life is.

It was the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz who reminded us, "Of course, I don't know, but I think it will get darker before it gets lighter."

And sometimes that's true.

But it's OK.

Because Jesus, He is the light.

And we can carry Him with us wherever we go.

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Emily Freeman