I haven’t needed Sunday to be here this badly in a really, really long time. This past week has been painful. It is has been hard. It has been trying. It has been long. It has been a week I largely want to forget. If I could, it would never have happened. 

This thought is not how life works. 

These are weeks God uses to do things in my soul - I guess I should be grateful.

Monday night hit and I knew it was going to be a bad week. I had that feeling. A final was looming on Wednesday and that always makes things gloomy. However, my Sunday last week got to a worse start - but at the time no one knew how bad it really was - until Monday.

As it turns out now, one of my best friends, a man whose wedding I was in back in May, has a tumor behind his left eye. Right now, it appears the best case scenario is that he’ll lose his left eye. They fear it may be already inside his brain. They fear it may be cancerous. This will change his life forever. It will change his marriage forever. It will change me forever. 

He was married in May.

May.

I was in his wedding.

He is a brother. His wife is a sister. Now, this?

I haven’t cried yet - I really want to - but I have told myself I won’t cry til I know more of the fate.

I get to see him and his wife tomorrow. I will pray for healing. I will pray for them. I will mourn with them. I will hopefully, be a harbinger of Jesus to them.

They need prayer. Pray for my brother Ramon. Pray for healing. Pray for miraculous healing. Pray for my sister Allison. For strength and wisdom. Pray for the doctors. Pray for me.

Oh ya, this week, I had to take a final without studying for it because of the stomach flu. Yet, it’s funny how life allows you to keep the little things in perspective…

Sunday, thank you for coming. I need a new week.

Sunday, thank you for coming. I need to hang out with the saints at RockHarbor Fullerton.