The chem-pump was removed yesterday afternoon. I had thought there would be an immediate, magical relief from the weakness and queasy stomach. I was wrong. I'm getting good at being wrong.
Since Wednesday, afternoons have been when I suffered the most. The afternoon drive to Newport News was an interesting game of "Keep It Down". We stopped by mom's on the way back and I immediately fell asleep for an hour or so. It was just what I needed. Praise God for Moms. They are Street Lights, too.
God has given me one street light that is strong and tall, casting a pure bright light all around me, light so strong it warms me. Susan is that one street light always with me. Always protecting me. Always loving me. She is Amazon Warrior Woman as far as my welfare is concerned; don't make the mistake of getting in her way.
Take a moment and think of those who are your street lights. And be very thankful.
Dear Pastor John and Susan,
ReplyDeleteThank you for allowing me to accompany you on this challenging journey. You have both been such a gift in my life and I consider it a privilege to call you friends. During my own challenging journey my moment to moment prayer became "Father, guide me feet, light my path, help me breathe". God granted that prayer both then, and still!- Wanda