Since being diagnosed with breast cancer and beginning chemotherapy, sleep has become a stranger. Nights are restless, dreams are strange—and sometimes intense. Last night, I had a dream so vivid that it triggered an asthma attack in the dream. I woke up shaken, physically fine, but clearly not well. My body was telling me something.
I reached for my inhaler, laced up my shoes, and stepped onto the treadmill, knowing that movement might be the medicine my mind and body needed. It was. A 30-minute walk turned into sweat, a stretch, and a shift in my spirit. The fog began to lift.
This journey is giving me deep realizations—ones I might not have uncovered otherwise.
I'm learning that caring for my health isn't optional—it's foundational. I'm learning that faith isn’t just comfort; it's the compass. And I'm discovering that my purpose is still alive and active—even in chemo, fatigue, and restless nights.
After my workout, I sat down and read today’s Bible verse:
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.” – Matthew 5:9
It stopped me.
I remembered my Enneagram type: Type 9, The Peacemaker.
Receptive. Reassuring. Agreeable. Sometimes a little aloof.
Receptive. Reassuring. Agreeable. Sometimes a little aloof.
At my core, I’m driven by a desire for peace and harmony. That truth still holds—even when my world feels chaotic, even when my body doesn’t cooperate, even when I wake up gasping from a dream.
God is showing me that peace isn't the absence of pain—it’s the presence of purpose, even in the storm.
And that’s what I choose to walk in today.
And that’s what I choose to walk in today.
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