‘I give him a sweet everyday when he ticks off another visit on his card’ said a wife to me today at the hospital waiting while her husband was having his radiotherapy. ‘Why don’t you ask your wife to give you a sweet as well every day you get a tick?
’That’s a good idea I thought’ !!!
I am now two thirds of the way through my treatment with just two months
to go of these implants, and three hour, five days a week radiotherapy trips to St Thomas’ hospital. The side effects are really catching up with me, extreme tiredness, a distended abdomen and man boobs!
Thanks for praying for the problem of being hydrated enough, which continues to challenge me.
Spiritually I’m in a very dry place at the moment having been hurt by the lack of understanding of some of the leaders in our church and with the hormone implants, playing havoc with my emotions. The last few weeks have been difficult to find a church we feel we can worship in with these negative feelings.
Two things have been sustaining us in this desert
– the love and concern of so many visiting, calling, texting etc. (We love seeing and hearing from you, but if I fall asleep on you please forgive me – it’s not you!)
– a past favourite from God’s Word – Psalm 63, a psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah also going through a dry time
‘O God, you are my God, and I long for you.
My whole being desires you; like a dry, worn-out, and waterless land, my soul is thirsty for you.
Let me see you in the sanctuary; let me see how mighty and glorious you are. Your constant love is better than life itself, and so I will praise you. I will give you thanks as long as I live; I will raise my hands to you in prayer.
My soul will feast and be satisfied, and I will sing glad songs of praise to you’.
This psalm shows us that we go through the dry times, we are never left in them! And.. ‘the wilderness (desert) of Judah’ – isn’t that in the Promised Land???
With your prayers I know I’ll get there. A day at a time; and perhaps a sweetie as well!
Because as the man said,’ Yard by yard – life is hard; but inch by inch, life’s a cinch!’