Tonight we lit up the charcoals and roasted hot dogs over the flame. We finally had success with the coals (third time’s a charm) and in fact Tim wished he had a steak to grill after the hot dogs were consumed. We had a nice laugh and enjoyed each other’s company. My family has been wonderful through this whole process. Tim is such a strong person, holding us all up with his broad shoulders. I can’t imagine going through this without him by my side. My kids (21 and 15) are keeping me positive. A sticky noted with “smile, today’s going to be a great day (smiley)” made its way to my bathroom mirror, and the energy hugs I get from my daughter keep me going every day.
It was a good time for a fun family picnic, for tomorrow will be a full day of testing. I imagine it will not only be a day of testing my physical body, but may also test us spiritually. It feels like a long day ahead.
I have to go downtown Houston to give blood first thing in the morning (7:45 AM). They are doing two CT scans tomorrow, and then I meet with the inflammatory specialist at 1:00 PM. Hopefully we will have more information by tomorrow night, but at this point they are determining how progressive (and serious) this thing is.
Emotionally we are doing pretty well. We have been inundated with love and prayers. Each time we pray before we eat, go to bed at night, and start the day, we ask the Lord to heal my body. Pastor Don and Debbie anointed and prayed with me Sunday morning, and his message on Joy (the opposite of fear) was a solid reminder not to let Satan rob me of the joy that the Lord has placed in my heart. It is challenging. While the pressing weight of tomorrow’s consult makes it difficult to be joyful, I will stand with James who writes, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers (and sisters), whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance” (James 1:2-3).
We are certain we have many silent prayer partners as well as those who have decided to share their prayers and concerns with us publicly. It’s ok if you don’t want to comment or say anything at all. Sometimes it’s easier to go through it yourself than to watch someone else going through it. God hears even the slightest whisper. We do appreciate the words of encouragement, as well as the laughter and know we have lots and lots of friends.
Until tomorrow…