I woke up crying.

We had ended the day with a celebration–pizza and presents and happy hearts with a grandson turning four. We were all together and there was play-doh and Spider-man and matchbox cars so it was good.

But I woke up crying. Middle of the night tears. Before I was even awake tears.

Because this cancer thing? It’s not for sissies. This chemo? It’s got teeth and it snarls and it bites and sometimes I just want to run. Take my girl’s hand and run.

Sometimes I cry in the night.

There is this huge mountain ahead of us. We don’t want to climb it and we don’t have the strength. We just want to turn around and find another way.

But there is a Guide Who knows the mountain. He knows all the places we’ll be scared; all the places we might fall.

He is strong enough to carry us when we fall.

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Cor. 12:9