[Once a week, I am going to be sharing with you a brave story sent in from a reader. You can comment, respond, encourage. Want to submit your own story or a story of a brave friend of yours? Head to thatisbrave.com!]

This week’s #thatisbrave story comes from Jenni about her sweet son, Cooper. Oh, mamas. Get ready. Her words and name are used with her permission.

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When he was two years old, my son was diagnosed with leukemia. The first nine months of treatment were miserable, but our saying was, “If Cooper isn’t puking, he is smiling.” He had an inner joy that radiated. It reminded us and everyone around him to be grateful for the gifts God puts in our lives- to hold on to the good and let go of the bad.

Through that time in our life, God worked a great conversion in my heart. Cooper was one of the instruments God used – one of the ways God taught me to trust. Cooper is 4 years old now. He continues to fight. The battle against leukemia is more like a war. His hair has grown back. He still takes all kinds of chemotherapy, but if you met him on the street you’d never know. Strangers give him a second look. They comment on the joy he radiates. Cooper is brave. Brave comes from God, when we finally learn to trust Him.

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If you have any encouragement for Jenni or Cooper and their brave story, leave it below in the comments. We’re cheering (and praying) for you, buddy.

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