My daughter’s huge hazel eyes looked up at me in shock. She was pinned underneath a 200-pound metal cart filled with groceries on the floor of the cereal aisle at grocery store. The front bar of the lower rack awkwardly forced her chin backward. Her sweet, almost-seven-year-old hands gripped the bar that pressed against her windpipe.
It all happened so fast.
One minute she was gazing upward with hope staring at the Cap’n Crunch and the next minute her little brother came barreling down the aisle full speed.
She was being dragged under the cart like a Swiffer® mop down the aisle all the way past the granola bars. Garrett ran like the wind with his short arms stretched up to reach the handle.
He was five and full of boundless energy, racing the cart like he was in the Indianapolis 500. I chased him screaming. “STOPPPPPP. You’ve run over your sister!”
Alyssa was wedged perfectly between the two front wheels. Her chin kept the cart from running over her completely. I asked the normal mommy question like, “Are you hurt? Are you okay?”
She had just one question for me. “Mom, just this once could we buy Cap’n Crunch?”
Are there times in life when one minute you’re standing upright and the next you feel like you’ve been hit by a cart and pinned to the floor? Recently I had one of those weeks.
It started when I palpated a lump during a self-breast exam. I’d love to tell you that I was unwavering with my rock-sold faith, but I was scared. My first thoughts were about my little ones. Two weeks later I received the diagnosis of Fibrocystic Breast Disease.
Pulling myself to my feet, I praised God. But let me tell you, during the fourteen days of waiting, I felt dazed…like I was pinned under a grocery cart.
Maybe you have faced cancer. Perhaps you’re battling it right now. Maybe you have a child or spouse who is experiencing medical problems. Or maybe it involves lack of finances or lack of faithfulness. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if a box of Cap’n Crunch could make everything better?
While I don’t have all the answers during trials, like my daughter clung to the bottom bar of the cart I cling to verses like 2 Corinthians 4:8-9: “We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed.”
These promises provide the encouragement needed to hang on during trials. I’m grateful these are truths promised by the King of all Kings, not sugar-coated promises made by a fictitious guy on a box of cereal.Cap'n Crunch and cancer