With . . .

Turns out Chuck also spent time on the internet yesterday afternoon researching my new treatment. So we both had a fresh load of sobering information, and we both found ourselves lying awake at 2:00 this morning. We talked for awhile, cried a little, and then fell back--safely--on our sure hope: God's reliable promises to be WITH us. I wonder how many times in the Bible he says, "I am with you," or "I will be with you." Also, how many times the psalmist said, "You are with me." Having God with us is, after all, far better even than having a sure cure! I'd still like a cure, and we're continuing to pray for that. I know it gets frustrating to keep praying with faith and get bad news instead of good. I surely do thank you for praying. Day after day of full, rich life is surely one way God really is answering your prayers!

Last evening I played the piano awhile. When I got to some hymns, I tried to sing along (very quietly, in my chemo-cracked voice), but often felt choked by a sob. Chuck came and sat on the sofa right by the piano, and I know he felt it too. Here's a line from Wonderful, Merciful Savior: "You give the healing and grace our hearts always hunger for." Yes. Amen.

I'm thankful to feel well, to have meaningful work to do, to have family and friends like you, and to have God WITH us.

Yesterday afternoon I posted some details about my new treatment; you can read on below if you wish.

Blessings,
Carol