I was standing during praise and worship at a district-wide youth event. Keyword being “standing” because there have been months when I was unable to do so.  

Ever since my cancer diagnosis, during praise and worship at church, I would sing the lyrics and think about who God has been for me throughout this cancer journey.

“In darkest nights….” I would remember how God held me when I was alone in my hospital room.

“Fear is not my future…” I would declare this over my diagnosis and the scans I will have to endure for the rest of my life.

“I’ll testify that God is good, all the time…” I would sing about how God is always good, despite my current circumstances.

… and so on.

But in this particular worship service, as we began singing about the blood of Jesus and what he did on the cross, I too, began to worship him for that.

For forgiving me of my sins, and paying the ultimate price on the cross at calvery.

It suddenly hit me that I didn’t have to worship God for who he was for me during cancer, but I could worship him for who he has always been. 

For what he has set me free from, his cross, his forgiveness.

I had served him and loved him before cancer, why was after any different?

He certainly never changed.

I praised him for everything he has ever done for me, and for who he is without thinking about cancer.

I love that I can worship him in every season of my life–no matter what I am going through.

He is steadfast

when we are unsteady.

He is present

when we feel alone.

He is faithful

when we are faith-less.

He is loving

when we deem ourselves unlovable.

He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Hebrews 13:8