The Humble Pie Club
It’s been 20 days since my dad found out he has advanced Multiple Myeloma Cancer. It’s taken at least half that time for reality to move from our heads to our hearts. At first you just want to fall apart when you see someone you love struggling so much. Then, you catch your breath and start trusting God with each breath forward. That’s where we are at this point in this painful journey.
My dad is just a couple weeks into his chemotherapy treatments. Everyday appears to be unpredictable. Dads had some really good moments and some really bad ones. Putting this cancer in remission seems very possible. However, the journey towards that remission is proving long and painful. I truly hate to see my dad feeling so weak all the time.
Now, tonight my dad and I grew a little closer together. He said, “Son, I hate that you had to eat the first piece of humble pie. I realize now why all that pain you had before changed you so much. Now, it’s my turn to eat humble pie. And, it’s changing the way I think about everything. I pray more now than ever before in my life.”
I couldn’t help but get choked up as I could taste his pain. I could identify with how it strips you down to the core. When the pain is so great you can hardly catch your breath. You can’t hide your extreme weaknesses from the world anymore. All you can do is keep crying out to Jesus for relief and healing.
I was able to tell my dad how his pain was not being wasted. It’s not just changing his life, but mine too. I’m now making decisions with much greater urgency and perspective. I’m thanking God for each moment. Not just looking ahead for what may never happen. We’re both official members of the humble pie club. And, while I hate the pain I see in His eyes. I can’t deny I feel God working both in, through and around him.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.” 1 Peter 5:6