The Valley

It has been a busy, busy week.

Tuesday saw us in Newport News getting a comparison CT scan for my radiation oncologist.  He needed this to see changes in the tumor compared to CT done in July.  Susan and I were walking out of the imaging lab when the CT tech came running up and asked us to return to the office.  The radiologist wanted to speak wit us before we left.

It seems the CT shows a blood clot in the left, lower lung.  It is a serious development and he wanted me to see my oncologist right away.  My oncologist admitted me to the hospital on Tues for treatment, training and evaluation.  I am now on blood thinner and oxygen therapy and my maintenance drugs have been reevaluated.

Here's the interesting part, the blood clot had previously been diagnosed as non-specific pneumonia and was being treated with antibiotics.  Had the clot remained undetected, it could have been fatal.

How 'bout them apples?!!!   You cannot convince me that I am not in the light and grace of God.
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Just a couple of hours before we left the hospital on Friday, a dear lady was cleaning the room.  I began to talk with her and quickly found out that a revivalist had preached a sermon on the 23rd Psalm and it had deeply affected her.  She told me that the part about walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death  had particularly touched her.

She further explained that we are God's sheep.  The Valley is really our life.  The Valley may be full of danger, but God's sheep are cared for and are in God's hand.  That's a good place to be.  We absolutely will go through trying and dangerous times but God is there with us and His rod and His staff are sufficient to care for us and comfort us.

I began to see that God sent the revivalist a message that touched a lady who was a hospital cleaning specialist.  He then sent that lady to my room where she shared her message with Susan and I when we most needed a word from the Lord.

Now, I pass the message to you and one or more of you will also be touched.  Please, do not be afraid to share how God has ministered to you.  You never know when your testimony will light up the life of a family battling cancer.  You will replace darkness with light.

That's how these streetlamps work.  They are simple lights, shining in the dark.