Had to Re-post this Today! - They are ALL "Good Days"

This is from a dear sweet young lady who I have known for years and is going through the trail of her life, literally. Please read her attitude. Love you Landra!

Truth: They are ALL “Good Days”
July 31, 2013 by redorenew

Today, my fear is not pain. My fear is not living a “shortened life”. My fear is not the effects of the cancer. Today, this very morning, my fear is the lack of “good days”. The “good days” give me hope that the rugged days will be over soon. But, what if the “good days dwindle, and there is not reprieve before I return for the next “dripping” of chemo into my veins. I’m noticing that the number of my “good days”, the days I can actually walk without being winded, move without hurting, focus my thinking enough to do laundry, dishes, and cleaning, and eat food that tastes somewhat “correct”, are being stolen and dwindling. I mentally count in my head the “good days” left versus the number of chemo days in this series, and if it continues as is, no good days may be left. That is my fear: no “good days”.

For years, I have kept a daily journal. Every day, I have made it a point to start the entry with “Today was a good day”, then I write why it was good. Even at this very moment, my oldest (now seven) is awake, and journaling as well. He starts his journal, “Today was a good day.” in the past, even on the “not so good days”, i.e., the day I found out I had cancer, the day of a loved one’s death, I still forced myself to write those words. I wrote them, not because I was being untruthful, but because, that day, I was alive. I was saved. I lived the day in hope, and simply being alive required the presence of praise. I must go back to that thinking.

I live with the truth, I am alive and breathing with the truth, that my life is eternal all because of another’s death in my place: Jesus. Not one of my “bad days” can come close to comparing to His death. Not one, and yet, He is with me to comfort me. He allows me to feel sorry for myself. He allows me to acknowledge my pain, my suffering, my hurt, my “bad days”, and my fears. He tenderly listens, lifts me up to carry me on His shoulders, and calms my fears.

So, it seems, for more than eternal life, He hung on the cross. For more than redeeming me, He hung on the cross. For more than making me Holy, he hung on the cross. Because He hung there, He knows. He knows my “bad days”. He knows my pain. He knows my weakness. He knows my need to cry out, “Abba Father!”. He knows. Even on His hardest day, it was a “good day”. His blood was shed for the world. The veil was torn, and now no one needs to be separated from God. There was TRUE hope for more “good days”. The resurrection was the BEST day, as that showed the world, the universe, and all the Heavenly Hosts in the Heavens, that eternal life is available to all. Victory is SURE, and our hardships are temporary.

So, now it seems true–truly true: Our “bad days” are still “good days”. There is NO gray area, no room to fear. What is there to fear? What can steal these “good days”? Nothing! There is no power, no chemical, no incident that can steal eternal victory! Oh, Hallelujah! Oh, I needed this truth! You’ve won, Father! Take me, and keep me in that rest. All my days: good, bad, all, are “good”. All are lived in your Victory!

Jesus holds my hand. Jesus guides me effortlessly through the “Valley of the Shadow of Death”, as the “green pastures” and “quiet waters” are just beyond, and He is my Shepherd. He KNOWS the way. He’s walked here before. He lives! He rose from the dead. “Bad days” are no more! It is a “good day”, everyday, simply because He lives! Pain, and these temporary sufferings, will not suppress this praise! He lives! My cup overflows, and I have more than enough! Hallelujah!

Ps. 23 “The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul.”

Deut. 33:12 “Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between his shoulders.”

Romans 8:18 “I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”