Before my mum was diagnosed with uterine cancer, life was routine. Every Saturday, we attended Miracle Healing Service, and my days were filled with caring for my family, my preteen child, and serving in church.
Then everything changed. When the diagnosis came, my heart sank. I remember asking God, “Why my mum?” We prayed and sought His direction whether she should go through surgery and live with a urostomy bag, or undergo chemotherapy without surgery. It was a painful and overwhelming decision.
In the midst of uncertainty, I chose to hold on to God. My mum went through chemotherapy, and I stepped into the role of caregiver. As the months passed, exhaustion set in. Watching her grow weaker day by day broke me. There were moments I lost patience and spoke harshly. Words I later regretted deeply. Guilt and helplessness weighed heavily on my heart.
Yet in my lowest moments, God reminded me in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” He also anchored me in Habakkuk 3:17–18: “Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.”
Even in sorrow, I chose to hold on to Him. At that time, I was not in a cell group. God led me to join a women’s ministry, and through them, they connected me to a pastor who came regularly to pray for my mum. Those moments brought comfort and strength. In time, I was led to join a cell group, where I experienced God’s love and knew I was not alone.
After one and a half years, my mum went home to the Lord. Though the grief was deep, God was near. This journey taught me to depend on God daily and to trust Him, even when I do not understand His ways, knowing that He is always faithful.
