perfect peace

People keep asking me how I am doing. I am trying to be honest. I am good, I am still thankful, still hopeful, still confident in the path we have been brought down, still going through with it. But I am anxious. 

My proflatic bilateral mastectomy is in 5 days and it is looming over me a bit. I find myself thinking while I am driving or emptying the dishwasher, or folding laundry, or hugging my children squeezing them tight, "I won't be able to do this in a week."

If I let myself dwell there, I get a little scared, and overwhelmed. But I've been thinking about this verse for a while now.

You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you. Trust in the Lord forever.”
— Isaiah 26:3-4

It's that simple really. Trust in the Lord, keep my mind focused on him, and there will be peace. 

Some practical ways that I have been keeping my mind stayed on him:

-Start each day with the word of God. Not Instagram, not Facebook, not the weather. Just turn on the light and open the Word. John is my book right now with Psalms sprinkled in.

-Memorize key passages. I have been blessed by so many people with verses that have encouraged their hearts that they pass along to me. 


I have each of the verses that I am given written down in a spiral bound index card notebook. It fits in my purse or stands up on my counter or dryer. I like to work through verses while I am washing dishes or folding laundry. 

The Lord is my strength and my shield. I thrust Him with all my heart. He helps me and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in song of thanksgiving.
— Psalm 28:7
When doubts fill my mind, when my heart is in turmoil, quiet me, and give me renewed hope and cheer.
— Psalm 94:17

- Open yourself up to encouragement from the body of Christ. I had a friend say to me yesterday, "i love how you are still here during all of this." What she meant is I am still available for playdates, coffee hour, and girls nights. I have not shut myself off from the rest of the world just because I am going through something. This accomplishes multiple goals. By opening myself up to people and being vulnerable, I am opening myself up to love and encouragement and genuine friendship. And it helps me to get my mind off of the looming event. When people offer to pray for you, say yes. When church members offer meals and friends offer babysitting say yes! Remember, these people are serving the Lord by serving you. Let him be glorified through the selfless act of the giver and the joyful heart of the recipient.

but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
— Isaiah 40:31

- Focus on a good thing that you can do for someone else. Sometimes it seems as though I am going through this alone and the whole world is in hyperdrive all around me. Which to some degree is true. I may be down for a few weeks, but the rest of the world keeps operating at break-neck speed. But instead of wallowing in lonely despair, I try to think of ways that I can use my situation right now to encourage someone else or to meet a need. It could be something as small as a hug and a prayer, it could be cutting some fresh roses from your garden and leaving them at a friend's office, or it could be making your husband's favorite dinner. It can really be anything, but it has to be for someone other than yourself. God never said "look out for #1 and make sure everyone else does the same!" He said, "Count others as more significant than yourselves." Act kindly and thoughtfully towards others and then pray that it is the love of Christ that is compelling you and shining through you. 

The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
— Philippians 4:5b-7


Even after just recounting my list of ways to keep my mind stayed on Christ, the better I feel. I have more energy, a light-heartedness returns to me, and I am truly at peace. This list is not to make anyone feel like a failure, like they are not measuring up. Truly, this list is just how I abide in Christ. He has done all of the work to be accepted by God for you. He did is all You couldn't add anything or take anything away if you tried. So if you spin your wheels tonight trying to be better, trying to love him more, sadly you missed the point. Rest in the finished work of Christ. 

And I will lead the blind
in a way that they do not know,
in paths that they have not known
I will guide them.
I will turn the darkness before them into light,
the rough places into level ground.
These are the things I do,
and I do not forsake them.
— Isaiah 42:16

If you are hurting tonight, if you are anxious, of you can't sleep, stay your mind on God. Trust Him an peace will be ours. Not an artificial peace, a fleeting peace that falsely promises health wealth and happiness, but a peace that passes all understanding, the peace that comes from knowing that God is good, and that he loves his children, and that we may suffer all kinds of hardships in this life, but he will never leave us or forsake us. He will be with us to the end. 

When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
— Psalm 61:2
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at al times in every way.
— 2 Thessalonians 3:16

The anxiety and the peace

This is a post in the series about my BRCA gene. It gets a little graphic, so male readers be fore-warned! You can access the rest of my story via the green button on the sidebar. To God be the glory through this story. He is worthy!

I wouldn't really consider myself an anxious person. I am pretty go-with-the-flow. I don't feel like I always have to be in control. I like the feeling of freedom, fluidity, and change. I like routine too, but I'm perfectly fine if routine gets tossed out the window if a friend calls or if it is sunny outside. 

So I was caught a little off guard when I found myself losing sleep last week. I am 2 1/2 weeks past a major surgery, and 3 1/2 weeks closer to another one. When the fog cleared after the hysterectomy and I began to focus on the mastectomy I realized that I didn't really know much about what was going to occur. I have only met with my breast specialist and my plastic surgeon once. ONCE. This is a huge, life changing, body altering, looking process and I have only met the doctors once. This started to bother me. And the more I thought about it, about all that I didn't know, the more I was bothered.

My plastic surgeon was recommended to me by my breast surgeon. They will work as a team during the first surgery. The breast surgeon will take out all of the tissue, and then the plastic surgeon will come in and place the temporary implants. Then, over the course of several weeks I will go to the plastic surgeon to have the expander implants slowly filled with saline so that my skin and muscle can stretch to the right size. Then the plastic surgeon will go back in in an outpatient procedure to remove the expanders and to place my permanent (10 year) silocone implants.

When I first went in to see the plastic surgeon I didn't really love it. All of the girls in her office, while really nice were all in their 20s and very... perky. I have never really considered myself a plastic surgery kind of gal. Sure, there are things I don't like about my body, but I think that it is more of a self-image issue than and actual body issue that needs to be surgically altered. I don't know many people who have had breast implants. I like to dress modestly, and I want to model for my kids that God made me fearfully and wonderfully, and we 'get what we get and don't throw a fit' kind of attitude. I want to be healthy, but I don't have to be the hottest mom on he block. It's a heart issue for me. So surgically altering my body turned out to be a bigger deal to me emotionally than I expected it to be. I want someone to say to me that I will look natural, that I will be happy with the results, and the no one will be keen to the fact by just looking at me that I have fake boobs. But they won't say that because they can't guarantee that. And that annoyed me. Because no matter how much I tout about being cool and go with the flow, the fact is that I want to be in control of what happens to my body. I want to have the final say. And it turns out, I just don't.  

I became annoyed that my plastic surgeon wasn't acting like this was a big deal. My OB and my breast surgeon were both extremely compassionate and spent a lot of time with me in their offices explaining things and answering questions, but my plastic surgeon was pretty clear cut. She came in and sat in a low chair so her face was at my chest level. While she was examining and measuring me she had a little bit of a concerned look on her face. "Your beasts are different sizes", she said. "I can tell your babies favored nursing on your right." That's all true, they did. I'm not offended, just a little flushed. I've never really had anyone stare me down like that before. Except maybe the Dude, but he is more discreet. :) Throughout the course of the appointment I was told that I am a good candidate for nipple sparing surgery, but that she is not sure about the right side. She kept using the phrase "on the cusp." I wasn't really sure what she meant. 

I left that appointment feeling uneasy about the whole thing now. If I couldn't keep my nipples, did I want to go through with this? Why all of the sudden were my nipples so important to me? I thought I was cool with the whole body image thing. Apparently I am, buttony on my terms.

So I sat anxiously for a couple of weeks. Should I get a second opinion? Would it be worth it? Why didn't I like her? What is at the heart of my issue? I had so much peace about the hysterectomy, where did the peace go? This became a matter of prayer for me, and for those closest to me. 

Then God sent the experts. Women how have been through this journey. I spoke in one of the earlier posts about those who have gone before me to guide me into this process. Through random connections I was placed in contact with Debbie who had this same exact surgery 3 weeks ago, and Kristi who just finished the whole long process. She started last July, and had her final surgery in November. God has used these women to be an amazing source of knowledge and Godly encouragement. When I started blogging about my surgeries, I was hoping to open up my story to women who needed hope. Turns out that I am one of those women, and writing about my story has opened myself up to the encouragement of others willing to walk this journey with me. It really is amazing, this thing we call Christian community. 

Kristy also blogged about her journey, in great detail, which kind of freaked me out. [read it here] But I think God is honoring my request for more knowledge through her. I now have a pretty good idea of what I am going to go through. The other night I stayed up late reading all the details, balling and shaking by the light of my computer. Kristy was very honest and up front about the process and the pain. Lots of pain. But her writing is upbeat and encouraging, she had this quote on one of her posts.


That really helped me. I don't have to be a solid rock because I stand on the rock. My foundation is securely set on a loving Father. So I can break down every once in a while, He's got me, He's got this. 

Debbie lives right around the corner from me and gives me updates on what life looks like for her one week, two weeks, and three weeks out. She is gentle and kind and is quick to point me back to scripture when I start to derail. 

Here are some of the gems she has shared with me, as well as some that I have been mediating on myself. 

fear not, for I am with you;
be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
— Isaiah 41:10
And I will lead the blind
in a way that they do not know,
in paths that they have not known
I will guide them.
I will turn the darkness before them into light,
the rough places into level ground.
These are the things I do,
and I do not forsake them.
— Isaiah 42:16
You keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on you,
because he trusts in you.
Trust in the LORD forever,
for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock.
— Isaiah 26:3-4

There are lots of avenues to artificial temporary peace for the hard things in life, but only one way to true, everlasting peace that can withstand any storm, and that peace comes from Jesus.

I was comforted by the truth this week that he has suffered bodily mutilation, loneliness, despair, discomfort, humiliation, and disgrace. He knows what I am going through and he cares for me. 

I am trying to be intentional about spending my vast amount of down time in the Word, seeking truth and comfort from scripture. Renewing my mind and retuning my heart to praise him and thank him. Not only for his provision and lovingkindness in the hard stuff. But for the hard stuff.