A Sweet Melody

Not today, Satan, Bree thinks lying on a gurney, as a sonographer scans her right breast. It didn't work then, and it won't work now. She knows all too well the scare tactics of the enemy. The father of lies devises ways to trigger anxiety, doubt, and fear. Today is no different, she thinks, lying calmly, staring at a single, square tile of a blue sky on the ceiling. Someone thought to put this mural there, for women who are lying in wait―in wait hoping to not hear the words every woman over 40 dreads to hear.

Breast cancer accounts for nearly 30% of all new female cancers every year. — American Cancer Society.

Sterile, coldness in the room exacerbates the circumstances women face during such events. In the stillness, her mind travels south to Tennessee where this probing first began. Knowing God’s promise would not return to Him void, she rests with a sense of peace. Anticipating the Lord's report, the doctor enters, and angels begin to sing a sweet melody—a strum that Satan is still powerless to overcome.

About Bree

Bree Jackson is an author with more than two decades of experience in Christian publishing. Holding a Master's degree in English and Creative Writing, she is dedicated to producing media that elevates the human soul and spirit. To explore more, visit www.breejackson.org.