I have been kicking myself for trying to pretend to know how
a cancer victim would feel. I hope you know I meant well, and really want to
care. Oh, well, I’ll try it one more time, and I hope you can catch a glimpse of
God’s caring heart through the awkward words.
Dear Diary.
Exhausted. Again. Or is it still? The days are long and
difficult. The night worse still. Why can’t I just focus on the bright side? I
can, and I will. There are so many blessings that come like silver linings to
the clouds. I can’t count how many casseroles have been delivered to our door,
or the number of concerned phone calls.
Oh, Lord, thank you for everyone, for
all the help given. Thank you for my strong support group. I don’t know how we
would survive without them. Thank you most of all for my husband and his
parents and all they have done for me and the boys. Thank you for being my
Heavenly Father.
Lord, bless all those suffering from pain and various forms
of heartache. Especially be with those who do not have the comfort of loving
family and friends to lean on. Be a
loving Father to them.
I don’t think I’ll be writing much anymore. It takes too
much effort. It certainly isn't the road I would have chosen, but I’ll take it
one day at a time, or more often one moment at a time. That much I can handle
if I keep my eyes focused on Jesus. He has become such a comfort to me.
God bless you all.
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