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Today’s post is part of a blog hop coordinated by Katie Ganshert, author of Wildflowers from Winter, which releases next Tuesday (check out my interview with Katie and comment there for a chance to win a copy of her book!). WFW is a poignant story about how God can use the hard times in our lives to bring beauty.
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I grew up in the church. Accepted Christ when I was 6. Attended church three times a week. Memorized a bazillion verses (thank you, AWANA!). Participated in numerous camps and outreaches. Didn’t commit the “big sins.” Was an all-around goody-goody who loved life.
And then, when I was 15, my mom got sick. The dreaded word: cancer.
I remember crying a lot. But I kept going to school, kept getting those good grades, kept participating at church. I just knew my mom was going to get better.
Because there was no way God would let her die. No way that could happen to me. To her. To us. We were some of the “good ones.” And God loved us. So He’d protect us…wouldn’t He?
Fast forward a few years. After surgery and chemotherapy in a pill, my mom was still sick. Her cancer was being held at bay, but she couldn’t work and she was getting thinner by the day. And I went off to college. It was only a 2-hour drive from Phoenix, but I left.
I don’t know why I went away. Maybe I had to get away because I couldn’t stand the sadness. Or maybe because I truly believed there was no way Mom would ever die. Like I said, God didn’t let stuff like that happen to people like us…right?
As my mom got sicker that year, and I was however many miles away, I started to question, to doubt. While people told me how amazingly strong I was to face what I was facing, I doubted…and felt like a big ol’ hypocrite.
I doubted a lot of things: Whether God actually loved me like He said He did. Whether He really had the power to heal. Whether I was following the “right religion” and praying to the right God.
And, most terrifying to my confused teenage heart, whether God even existed.
I remember sitting there on my dorm room bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking, “What if God doesn’t exist? He HAS to exist. I FEEL it. I KNOW it. Right? But if He exists and doesn’t love me—because how could He let this be happening if He loved me—how is that any better? And if He DOESN’T exist, then what’s the point of life at all?”
I fell into a depression of sorts. I no longer knew what to believe. Everything I’d believed in had been shaken.
But then, God began to move.
No, my mom didn’t get better. In fact, she got worse. And that prompted me to transfer to a different university and live at home. Maybe that helped me to face everything. I don’t know. But slowly, God began speaking to my heart–or maybe I just finally started listening. He spoke to my heart through the rest of my mom’s life and even when she died (I was 19) and through the funeral and the days after.
He planted a seed of truth there in the tender crevices of my hurting heart.
That truth?
First, that it was OK to question. Questioning is part of making our faith our own.

Second, that no matter the circumstances, He is good, and He loves me.

And finally, instead of asking “Why me?”, I should be asking a different question: “Why not me?”

Why SHOULDN’T I suffer in this life? Did I think I was better than those over who have lost their entire families to war, or those who have been raped and beaten, or who have experienced excruciating loss far greater than I’ll ever know? Greater than the people who had died in 9/11? Greater than martyrs who have died for their faith?
And Jesus suffered. Did I think I was better than Him?
My whole life, I’d been thinking that if I only did what was right and followed the “rules,” I’d be protected from any adversity. But God promises that we ALL will face adversity.
Yet, He also says, “Take heart. I have overcome the world.”
In hindsight, I can see it, how God took that seed of truth He planted during the winter of my life—when harsh winds shook me and snow suppressed my joy—and He watered it.
And from it has grown a flower of faith and trust, one that I know would never have been so beautiful, so full, so bright, if I had never experienced the winter that came before it.
Thank you for letting me share my story and my heart with you. I would love to hear yours. Has God ever worked in your winter to bring flowers of faith?
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