I miss my oldest son's contagious joy and laughter. I miss our middle sons good morning hugs. I miss watching how little toddler runs around the house and his cheesy grins and hearing the songs he sings, like "row, row, row your boat".
As I am thinking these thoughts the nurse just checked my blood sugar (ouch!) and it has dropped down low enough (110) so that I don't need an insulin shot (halleluia). However, my temperature is up slightly to 100.1 deg F.
I feel weary right now with everything going on, like a whirlwind for me. I desire to get off this roller coaster and go on vacation, like the Southwest airlines commercials, "Wanna get away?". The answer is a resounding "Yes".
The Lord just keeps bringing to mind 9/11 and the twin towers in New York City. This tumor is like a 747 that flew into the building. However, I am not going to crumble or fall because the Lord is my cornerstone, my sure foundation, my strong tower. He is the steel post holding up my body. Though I am weary, I am confident in that.
I covet your prayers as we await a morning visit from Dr. Forget.