The cover of the Dec. 14 issue of TIME magazine described 2020 as “the worst year ever,” and honestly, I can understand the sentiment. No doubt this has been a year of suffering and distress on a widespread scale. But that doesn’t mean God hasn’t brought blessings — even miracles — out of it.
In February of 2020, I was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer known as Burkitt Lymphoma. The morning after I was admitted to Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center, my doctor told me that had I arrived a few hours later, my condition might not have been able to be reversed.