Incoming

My latest results of “severe fibrotic changes” hit hard.

I feel sadness.

It feels like a large hurricane just sitting and spinning offshore

And we have no idea when it will arrive.

We can prepare and batten down the hatches,

And try to go about life as usual.

I will run, I will work, we will bike. We will laugh.

But the clouds are there.

At any time, this storm can turn inland and change our lives forever.

I am so thankful that I know the One who can calm the wind and the waves with the sound of His voice.

However, if He doesn’t do that, He is also the one who will allow me to “walk on the water” (i.e. troubles and hard stuff) if I keep my gaze focused on Him.

He has brought my heart alive, as He did with Lazarus, and I can do nothing but thank Him for His faithfulness to me.

Should the transplant route come to pass, I want to live in each day of gratefulness – for the family who cared enough to share their loved one’s organ with me.  Now that is something I find hard to comprehend.

PRM – 10/10/21