Every Word Matters
She was only 41 when she died. Cancer took her. I hate cancer. It has robbed so many people of life and it doesn’t really care who you are, how old you are, or the million reasons you have to still live. Vicky fought it. She fought it hard. Her husband, children, family and friends loved her and needed her. Two teenage daughters needed their Mom. When traditional medicine had finished its course, Vicky fought with non-traditional, experimental treatments. At times, it seems the enemy was retreating only to find out it had come on even stronger. When it was clear, cancer would win, Vicky tried another attack. She prepared to die. She took control of her story. She spoke words of healing, hope and victory to all those around her, especially her husband and her daughters. She wrote letters and bought gifts to be opened after she died. She planned her funeral. She had friends over and shared words of life. She shook her fist in the face of the enemy and said, “You will not defeat me!” Jesus had won the victory over death and because her faith was fully in Him, she too had won the victory over death.
Vicky’s last words were words of life, words of healing, words of hope – Jesus. Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. Her words mattered. Her life mattered.
I pray God will not let me miss the many lessons Vicky taught me in how to live.
“Death, where is your victory? Death, where is your sting? Now the sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!” 1 Corinthians 15:55 (HCSB)