He keeps track

Yesterday morning I read Psalm 56, much of which is David's lament during a time of big trouble. Towards the end, there's a beautiful section of reassurance: "You've kept track of my every toss and turn through the sleepless nights. Each tear entered in your ledger, each ache written in your book. . . . God, you did everything you promised, and I'm thanking you with all my heart." That's a very personal connection David had with God; I like that!

Last night's party was so much fun. Great people, great food. The entertainer was an illusionist named Hanibal. We're still shaking our heads over what we "saw." His skill was so amazing that he appeared to accomplish the impossible. It's a reminder that we can't always trust our eyes; even the best evidence can deceive. I think of the disciples of Jesus who, on resurrection Sunday, were walking from Jerusalem to Emmaus. Jesus himself drew near, but they didn't recognize him, and in response to his question about their sadness, they told him he was dead--he whom they had hoped would be their Savior. Their eyes deceived them; their hopes had come true, but they couldn't see it yet.

The evidence also deceived Jacob in the latter part of Genesis. He "saw" Joseph's torn and bloody robe, believed he was dead, and promised to mourn for the rest of his years. Little could he know at that point that God would use Joseph in Egypt to rescue the entire family from famine in just a few years.

Chuck's cheek is healing well. I'm sure it's more uncomfortable than he lets on. The site was only a dot that would periodically bleed. Last week when it did that one morning even before he'd shaved or washed his face, he realized he needed to have it checked. Apparently beneath the skin there was a whole lot happening. The surgeon feels he got it all; we should find out for sure this week. Thanks to all who pray for us!

Love,
Carol