I was hoping for answers today. I did not get them. Our oncologist was not satisfied with the information we got from the pathology report, so he is sending it off for further testing. We are hoping to know more next week.
In the past few days, anxiety began creeping into my heart. And with so may questions left unanswered, my imagination has gone to some very dark, very scary places. Tonight, as William and I read the Bible before bed, the Lord used a favorite story of ours to very strongly encourage my weary, fearful soul. Here is an exert from our reading:
Then Jesus turned to his wind-torn friends, "Why were you scared?" he asked. "Did you forget who I Am? Did you believe your fears, instead of me?"
Jesus' friends were quiet. As quiet as the wind and the waves. And into their hearts came a different kind of storm.
"What kind of man is this?" they asked themselves anxiously. "Even the wind and the waves obey him!" they said, because they didn't understand. They didn't realize yet that Jesus was the Son of God.
Jesus' fiends had been so afraid, they had only seen the big waves. They had forgotten that, if Jesus was with them, then they had nothing to be afraid of.
No matter how small their boat - or how big the storm.
(The Captain of the storm, the Jesus Storybook Bible)
I am uncertain of just how big this storm we are facing will be. But God loves William more than I do. And He is the one in charge of the storm. So I will trust. God, grant me faith.
Continue to pray with us. Continue to hope. We will continue to fight, no matter how hard it gets. Come, Lord Jesus, come...