Writing this post seems almost like a dream.  This last December was to be as all other years, Christmas time and a month of celebration.  This December was not to be so for our family this year.

Cancer.  This word came into our lives off and on throughout our lives from other members of our family, or from loved ones we grew up with through the years.  We never believed we would be connecting this word cancer, to our lives directly, not with my wife.  As most of you know it did indeed happen.

Now, as we are half way through February I can tell you we are desperately trying to give thanks and praise to our God for allowing the cancer to be removed totally.  There was a price to pay physically and mentally.  Much pain was and still is connected to this cancer and three surgery's later.  We often wonder about Jesus and the physical and mental pain he endured.  He knew as the time came closer to finish His Father's work there would be pain of all kinds.  He would be ridiculed.  He would be spat on, he would be beaten beyond what any man could endure, and he would be tested mentally.  He would wonder why His Father turned his back on him for a split second, but in the end, He paid the price, He rose the third day to settle the cost.  He paid the price, paid it in full for you and I.

As you have kept up with my post regarding Cyndi and her recocery, you know we all were in prayer, many of you were fasting, asking for your churches to join in with prayer.  We were all able to do this through our God, that indeed sent His Son to pay the price, so we had an advocate to come to, to ask for help, to pray to Him for healing, complete healing. 

We also have a time now to go to Him for thanks giving, a time for me to give God the praise He so deserves for answering prayer.  I do this daily, I have a beautiful reminder to do so, her name is Cyndi, my wife.  Each time I look at her, I splendor in His greatness to allow her to be here, cancer free.

Give our Lord the praise even when we do not feel like it is so important.  I have learned the hard way to do this.  I use to think I was doing so....I know differently now.  As I wept before Him throughout this ordeal and ask Him why, all I could hear was His soft words...."it's ok my son, keep asking me and I will answer you." 

God bless, and know your all in our thoughts and prayers and will be here for you as well.