Resisting Death

While we were at the lake, I wrote about the swans. I thought you might like to see this charming family. Notice how Mama's eyes are on her little ones, and Daddy is on the lookout for danger. (photo by Chuck)

Yesterday's update was rather sobering. One friend, a cancer survivor, wrote that she had also experienced "middle-of-the-night terrors." Best of all, she had also found instant comfort when she cried out to the Lord for help. My sister sent some paragraphs written by Watchman Nee, a Chinese Christian leader of the last century: "Unless a Christian plainly knows his work is finished and he no longer is required by the Lord to remain, he should by all means resist death. If the symptoms of death have been seen already in his body before his work is done, he positively should resist it and its symptoms. To concede (by sizing up our environment, physical condition, and feelings) that our time has come is an error on our part.... Any call for departure which does not come from the Lord ought to be opposed."

Problem: I find that the impressions I have when I'm fatigued and it's totally dark seem to be the voice of God. But even when I'm confused and despairing, He continues to be faithful! That's enough--all night and all day.

My grandson Jeremy showed me how to change the blogger settings to accept comments, so now I believe you will find it easy to leave brief messages on this site if you wish.

I enjoyed a full day at work yesterday. Thursday I will see the oncologist to discuss his ideas about ongoing treatment. How we need the Lord's wisdom!

Thanks again for your love and prayers.

Carol