I rushed into the local bookstore this morning for a Christmas gift I had to get into the mail today. My search was fruitful, but still I felt anxious, knowing I had a full list of things left to accomplish. My mind rushing, I approached the check-out.

The young lady behind the register smiled and offered a sweet “Hello”. She looked like most young ladies her age, except for the bald head. (I was curious, but didn’t ask, WHY the bald head). We chatted a bit and I told her that it has been hard for me to get into the Christmas spirit, as I’ve recently lost my mom.
She pointed to her head and said “It’s been hard for me, too. I’m taking chemo”.

I thought of my own children, about her age. And I thought of this girl’s mother, and how she must hurt for her child as she faces this disease and treatment.

My voice shaking, I asked her name.
“Kim”.
I told her I will praying for her.
I hope you will be, too.