My guest writer for this post is very dear to me. I jokingly and lovingly refer to her as the one person that helped me make it through kindergarten! And it is the truth! (That’s a story for another time.) I am honored to know her and share life with her today even long distance. She is truly a woman that loves God and her family; and spends every moment of her life showing that to me and those that are lucky enough to know her. Recently, my friend and I had the opportunity to pray and support Jessie Joy Reese as she battled cancer that, ultimately, ended in Jessie’s victory over cancer and death. We know that Jessie is resting in Jesus’ presence right now, even though we don’t always understand. To my dear friend, Tammy Vogt, this struggle was something very close to her as a mother living life in similar circumstances. I asked her to share a little bit about her family’s story and her heart as a mother. She honored me by saying yes and she honored God by sharing sincerely and transparently her family’s story. May it bless you in the midst of any discouragement or valleys you are walking through.
It is my honor to share my forever friend, Tammy, with you…..
Just a few short weeks ago I watched a celebration service via live webcast for a 12 year old valiant little girl named Jessie. Tears ran down my face as I heard stories told of this precious young gal who had lost her fight with a brain tumor but won her prize in life as she crossed from this life to life eternal. I had never met her. I don’t know her family. “Why” you ask did I find myself peering in on what should seem like a private celebration of life? Maybe it is because Jessie’s mother’s story could have been mine…
Three years ago March 16th I took my daughter Brenna into the doctor for what we thought was a virus she just couldn’t kick. She was 7 years old at the time and was a happy fun loving little gal. She loved to play sports and even this ‘sickness’ couldn’t rob her of playing outside with her friends, but something wasn’t right. Her coloring was off and she had some strange dizzy spells that would make her nauseous and vomit. After explaining this to her doctor he looked me in the eye and told me it was probably nothing but suggested we take some blood tests to rule out the ‘big and scary’. Later that afternoon when the tests results came back we received the news that would shake us to our core and change the course of our lives.
Brenna had leukemia.
Her blood levels were dangerously low and she was in need of an immediate transfusion. We were told that they were already waiting for us on the fourth floor of St. Luke’s hospital in Boise, ID. We were to go home, break the news to our other three kids, pack a bag and get Brenna there as soon as possible. I remember that car ride like it was yesterday. My eyes went from the shock on my husband’s face to my little girl sitting in the back seat who was absolutely clueless of what the word ‘cancer’ meant. All she knew is that she was sick and mommy and daddy were taking her to the hospital so she could get better.
I looked out the window of the car that day and my whole spirit cried out to God. I silently wiped the tears, trying not to let Brenna see them. I thought about asking the question ‘why’ but I knew better than to go there. There were no answers. There will never be any answers on why 7 year olds get leukemia or 12 year olds have brain tumors. People would try to tell me in the days and years ahead that God causes everything to happen for a reason. I see two things wrong with this statement. Number one: there is no reason in this. It is horrible, not reasonable. Number two: the God I know has a heart that breaks when a child goes through something so terrible…He doesn’t cause it. No, the whole of the ‘why’ is big and black and deep and I knew I wouldn’t make it through this if I let myself fall into it. I declared then and there that no matter what I wouldn’t turn on my God. I knew I couldn’t make it through what was ahead, no matter what that was, without Him.
That day began a journey of doctor visits and hospital stays. I watched as Brenna endured test after test, poke after poke, and chemo treatment after chemo treatment. I sat by her bed countless nights and prayed for fevers to break and critical blood levels to rise. I held her and we cried when her hair began to fall out. And though my heart broke, I watched in amazement the strength and sense of peace of this little girl of mine.
I asked Brenna recently how she got through the tough times. She said she got through it with the help of her family, friends and God. I asked her specifically how God had helped her. I just wanted to hear what word she would put to her story. She said, “God told me everything would be okay”. Being the very curious sort, I asked her how she knew God had spoken this to her. She stated in her beautiful child like way…she just knew.
And that is how it was. He never left us. Not one minute. Just like it says in His word:
Hebrews 13:5-6
“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.”
So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid.”
I can be honest with you and say that I didn’t always feel His presence. There were definite times of discouragement. Definite times where I begged for a sense of peace but just as honestly I can tell you that I never saw Brenna without it. Isn’t that amazing? Brenna is ten years old now and from looking at her you would never know that she ever endured such a fight. She still goes back every four weeks for blood checks and won’t be considered ‘cancer free’ for a few more years, yet we can see the healing in her life.
When I heard the news of Jessie’s fight I began to follow her on facebook and prayed for her healing. It wasn’t but a few short days later that she had passed on. My heart broke for her family. It just didn’t seem fair that I would get to keep my precious little girl and they would lose theirs.
I still have no answers and it is still not fair. This is a broken world we live in where sickness and disease take lives. I believe this breaks the heart of my heavenly father and while I still don’t believe He causes such atrocities, I know that He does bring purpose out of them. This is what He is all about: restoring broken things. He is a redeemer of life.
Brenna will go on to tell of her story and Jessie’s story will live on to tell of hers. Both are a story of peace. Both are a story of trust. Both are a story of two families who know their hope can only lie in one place. And that is with a God who will never leave us and never forsake us.
In Jessie’s short fight against cancer she started an organization called NEGU which stands for Never Ever Give Up. Her family continues this fight by raising funds for research and encouraging other kids to NEGU.
You can follow Jessie’s story on Facebook and her website.









