Hope

Yesterday our sweet neighbor read my blog, cried, and then went to her keyboard and sang all the stanzas of the old song, "On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand." After she told me, I did the same thing. The words are an important reminder. I'll quote them here--the version our British friends sing:

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
no merit of my own I claim,
but wholly trust in Jesus' name.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand--
all other ground is sinking sand.

When weary in this earthly race,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
in every wild and stormy gale
my anchor holds and will not fail.

His vow, His covenant and blood
are my defense against the flood;
when earthly hopes are swept away
He will uphold me on that day.

When the last trumpet's voice shall sound,
O may I then in Him be found!
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before His throne.

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
all other ground is sinking sand.

Right! That's where I stand.

This neighbor's husband is having knee surgery today. We're praying for him.

Fran's second surgery for breast cancer is this morning; she should be checking in to the hospital about now. Dear Lord, please quiet her heart and guide the surgeon. (You may recall that I was with her for her first surgery a few weeks ago, and afterwards the doctor was so pleased. But more extensive pathological testing revealed the presence of very invasive lobular carcinoma, requiring this further surgery.)

Yesterday I did some internet research on the results of tamoxifen for advanced ovarian cancer. Let's just say it didn't provide any solid ground to stand on.

Blessings,
Carol