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Five Minute Friday: We all have a Cancer

Tonight is our local Relay for Life and my husband and I are part of the ceremonies this year.  I have to admit that it is our first year of being involved and not something that I've known much about.  Very humbling to part of something that celebrates such courageous people.

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Cancer
The word brings the feeling of fear
The disease
The heartache
The fear
The struggle 
The hope

Cancer
The disease takes it's toll as our bodies turn against us
It fights us and tries to shake itself of life
It pits parts of us against the other
It tries to steal and destroy from those who have it
We seek a cure
The cure
A cure


But there is another cancer
This cancer attacks us all
Sin
The word brings fear
It attacks our minds and our hearts.
Destroying lives and minds.
Stealing, killing and destroying.
 

Not your sin or my sin
Sin
The all encompassing seed that everyone of us carries within
One that can be nurtured and grown
Or one that can be destroyed
Only one cure
Jesus

So much sickness and disease all around us
Yet so much life and hope
So much to celebrate
To hold on to
To love about life
To dance
To dream
To hope
To live


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