I told the students how God worked everything for good - because I never would’ve been in Portland if my life on the east coast hadn’t fallen apart. With their family, writing a blog about the adventure of helping them adjust to life in America, and turning the blog into a book called The Invisible Girls that’s going towards a college fund for the girls. And so not only am I now found by God, but never - even for a single second - had I ever been lost.Īround that time, I also met a Somali refugee woman and her girls on the MAX train one afternoon. For six months I prayed that same prayer, and finally one Sunday I realized that the love of God is higher and longer and wider and deeper than anything that happens in this world. And every Sunday, I’d go to church and pray for God to find me because I felt so lost. I told them how I eventually got better and moved from Connecticut to Oregon to start over. And if you see me and love me and care about my life, why don’t you come down and make this all go away? Do you see me? Do you love me? Do you care about what’s happening in my life? I prayed. On the nights I spent in the hospital, I’d lie awake and stare at the ceiling and wonder where God was. After all of that, I ended up in the hospital with a raging lung infection and a good chance that I would die. The chemo and radiation were difficult, but on top of that I also lost a good friend to cancer, I was out of work for seven months, my car got hit by a truck in the parking lot of my apartment building, and my boyfriend broke up with me. I talked to them about what a dark season of life it was for me. I stood on a stage looking out over a few hundred students who were in grades 6-12, telling them my story of having breast cancer in my 20’s. This weekend I flew to Houston to speak at the Conspire Conference.
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