I read her words, how she is twisted and torn from the inside right out. Most of the time it’s only one word or a few. Enough to let her friends know her heart.
Her brother has cancer. The diagnosis came when he sought answers to a back injury. He was already stage 4. Their world stopped for that moment in time. No air to breathe as their breaths caught and hung for what seemed forever.
She told me last fall, this woman I don’t know well, this introvert who is more comfortable behind a camera than sharing on Facebook but she needs virtual arms wrapped around her so she calls out through social media. She reaches out with her pain and is answered with prayers for healing, for peace, for comfort. Wordless prayers to our God who knows deep the need.
She talked about some of his past struggles. The years he’d turned his back on God, went his own way and how they prayed for him and he had returned. Now this. Cancer. Stage 4. He’s up north, she’s in the south. Her only brother, only sibling, and her heart breaks.
Their family has claimed hope. All of them claiming this faith with that one word tattooed on each of them. HOPE
SHATTERED That was the one word she had on her Facebook. That was enough. Enough to know her heart. This quiet woman who is often somewhere in the background behind a camera lens, her heart is crying, out loud. And God hears.
All photo’s provided by and used with permission of Laura J. Dake. Thank you, Laura, for allowing me to share this part of your story. You can find more of Laura’s photography on Instagram at believinginhope.