“God take me home,” I breathed. “Take me quickly.” The words traveled no farther than my lips, but my heavenly Father heard me.
Everything in life promised my death would be slow, arduous, and painful especially since I was horrible at change. It took me forever to adjust to teaching after my last job as a musician. However, despite the slow growth in the field, I was at least successful. Then there was the battle with cancer. Yup, I fought the new normal after remission like an MMA champ. It took eight years before I began to trust the ground would hold me up and the invisible wouldn’t knock me back down. Even still, I had hope in my dying breath that the Father might wrap his hands around me and sweep me out of the painful mire I now languished in.