Thank you LORD for answered prayer. Thank you for blessings only You can provide. Thank you all for specific prayers for Theresa. God is good, all the time. He decided to shower us with his blessings this week, not because of anything we did or are, but because of who He is. All credit goes to Him. Again thank you all for upholding us in prayer and in your thoughts.
Theresa got the full dose of her chemotherapy and full doses of the two receptor blockers on Thursday. She had been having a pretty miserable week. Usually by Tuesday or Wednesday she would feel good enough to putter around the house and stay downstairs, but this past week the Chemo and her irritable bowel kicked in and she was pretty miserable up to Thursday when she got her chemo. Not getting a break or any relief had been pretty draining for her, and in fact both of us. Knowing this was her first “full dose” of chemo made her even more worried how she was going to withstand the pain and discomfort. We prayed specifically, as many of you did, that God would intervene and take some of the pain and discomfort she was experiencing. God answered those prayers. Theresa’s discomfort so far has been the least she has experienced thus far. The pain and discomfort respond easily and quickly to medications and so she is eating, staying downstairs with us, and was even able to help our daughter with one of her school projects yesterday. This has been so needed, we can cope with this. We are humbled and grateful.
Continue to pray this way for Theresa, and thank you.
This week I read a poem by Mary Butterfield (March 9 in Streams in the Desert) that was insightful and helpful, so I want to share it with you.
“One day when walking down the street, on business bent, while thinking hard about the “hundred cares” which seemed like thunderclouds about to break in torrents, self-pitty said to me: “You poor,poor thing, you have too much to do. Your life is far too hard. This heavy load will crush you soon.” A swift response of sympathy welled up within. The burning sun seemed for intense. The dust and noise of puffing motors flying past with rasping blast of blowing horn incensed still more the wining nerves, the fabled last back-breaking straw to weary, troubled, fretting mind. “Ah yes, it will break and crush my life I cannot bear this constant strain of endless, aggravating cares; they are too great for such as I.” So thus my heart consoled itself, “enjoying misery,” when lo! A “still small voice” distinctly said, “Twas sent to lift you – not to crush.” I saw at once my great mistake. My place was not beneath the load but on the top! God meant it not that I should carry it. He sent it here to carry me. Full well He knew my incapacity before the plan was made. He saw a child of His in need of grace and power to serve; a puny twig requiring sun and rain to grow; An undeveloped chrysalis*; a weak soul lacking faith in God. He could not help but see all this and more. And then, with tender thought He placed it where it had to grow – or die. To lie and cringe beneath one’s load means death, but life and power await all those who dare to rise above. Our burdens are our wings; on them we soar to higher realms of grace; without them we must ever roam on plans of undeveloped faith, (for faith grows but by exercise in circumstance impossible). O paradox of Heaven. The load we think will crush was sent to lift us up to God! Then, soul of mine, climb up! Nothing can e’er be crushed save what is underneath the weight. How may we climb! By what ascent will we crest the critical cares of life! Within His word is found the key which opens His secret stairs; alone with Christ, secluded there, we mount our loads, and rest in Him”.
*(chrysalis is a hard shell spun by a caterpillar, moth or other insect in which a transformation or growth takes place)
This is our path, the obstacle is the way and we will honor God through it all, for He is with us, sustains us. He is the breath we breath, the living water, the manna from heaven. Thank you Father. We are grateful for the good times and the bad, we thank God for being formed into existence to experience life, in all that it entails, in God’s loving embrace. Thank you all for walking with us.