My first really bad day

Wednesday was a bad day. Really, the first one since I had my pity party when I was first told I had CANCER. I have Bible study on Wednesdays and got up early because I did not get to finish my lesson. For some reason, I began to cry - I mean really cry. And, I did not know why. I almost did not go to BSF. But, I composed myself and went. I was ok until we began to sing. Then, the tears came and would not stop. The woman beside me reached over and held me and prayed for me. I continued to cry - I still did not know why. I went to my class but could not stop crying. My leader, Mona, a wonderful woman, held me and suggested I go to the sanctuary and pray. I did, still crying - I mean racking sobs. A woman came and put her arms around me and prayed for me. When she left, another woman sat down. It was a friend of mine. I told her I had cancer. Her son was a good friend of mine who died tragically at a young age. She prayed with me and I was finally able to go back to class. I had told Mona she could tell the other members of our class that I had cancer. After our lesson, they all put their hands on me and prayed for me. I was still crying. In fact, I am crying as I write this. I believe that God knew I had to release all the emotions I have held inside. I also believe that He made it happen on my Bible study day. He knew I would get prayers and support from all those wonderful women. God is truly wonderful and really knows what we need even when we don't. I needed to cry and have not until then. I know that I will have bad days in the months ahead. But I also know that He will be right there with me and provide comfort for me.