anywhere but 2015

I love to escape, even if it’s just in my mind. When times get really tough, I imagine flying away to Bora Bora and living in a grass hut. When pragmatism overshadows fantasy, my mind gets in the car and drives and drives to the southern coast of California. Or if things ever get really bleak, I disappear with the purchase of a bus ticket or hop on a train (though train-hopping never really appealed to me). I’ve never actually run away. I’ve planned quite a few family vacations, because when it comes down to it, I want to see the world with my people. But, if I’m honest, my instinct for flight is strong. 

Cancer ruined this though. Now when I indulge in the fantasy of escape, I take with me scars, numbness, actual cancer, a rational fear of death, guilt of leaving behind those who have had my back, baldness, and the list goes on. There is no escape. There’s no running away from my problems. Not even a dream of it. There’s no new reality that I can create or imagine that rescues me. There never really was. It makes me feel more grown up than ever. 

My friend, Molly, knows a thing or two about grief that grows you up. We became friends, eight years ago, shortly after she gave birth to Felicity, still and beautiful and breathless. Our friendship is well-acquainted with grief. Along with so many in our community, we are stunned in our sadness as we are mourning the death of our friends’ daughter, a sweet 8-year-old girl named Anna. She was perfectly healthy. She just fell and hit her head. And this is within hours of learning that my friend’s mother’s breast cancer is growing aggressively despite treatment. (She was diagnosed earlier this year.) Wishing it would all stop, Molly texted me, “The ‘no-guarantees club’ has an ever-widening membership…” And as we grieved the arrival of more ‘members’, we asked questions that felt hopeless, but ultimately we landed on shaky feet of faith. Our hearts were dragging somewhere around our ankles. But, we have a God who bends low to comfort us. He offers real rescue, a great escape route through Jesus.

Jesus, who conquered death.

Jesus, who overcame the world.

Jesus, who will wipe away every tear.

Jesus, who will meet our souls in heaven.

That’s where my wildest fantasies end up now. In heaven with Jesus (and with my friends’ babies…). Because only He can make all this go away.

7 thoughts on “anywhere but 2015

  1. We endure all things through Christ,the one who truly understands our greef.We wonder why, but Jesus knows why.Comfort in knowing they will see her again in heaven.God Bless the family.


  2. Beautiful, Jenna. That is totally where my escape route takes me as well. Some days I long for Jesus so much and wish I could look up and He was coming on His white horse in the clouds. I am praying for you and your family night and day and now I will add precious Anna’s family to my prayers. There is no doubt that Anna is sitting in Jesus’ lap right now! I am so sorry. Love you, Jenna. 💗 Joy


  3. Thanks for the beautiful reminder, Jenna. I don’t know you, but I’ve followed your blog because I know Kim and Molly and Neely a little too. The “no guarantees club” and “anywhere but 2015” bring tears to my eyes and a bitter taste in my mouth. My sweet brother committed suicide this year. Nobody saw it coming. I long for that sweet peace of Jesus. Thank you for pointing me to Him. Praying for freedom from cancer for you on this side though. You are brave. I have been clinging to the idea of hiding in the shelter of His wing this year. More recently I stumbled upon a Psalm where David declares that he will sing for joy under the shelter of His wing. I’m not there, but I would love to be. Thank you for writing.


  4. Words are inadequate…all I have are tears…dripping down my face……so saddened by the overwhelming sense of loss and fear of loss……I pray that Anna’s family can find comfort that only comes from Jesus. I pray Jenna that your fight does turn into a real flight….away somewhere with your family where you can celebrate the joys of being cancer free in 2016. In this moment I’m remembering the simple verse “Jesus wept”. What a powerful statement. That he knew all the pain and sins of each of us…that he was human enough to feel our grief….but God enough to offer rest for the weary.


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