“Faith is …the evidence of things not seen.” (Heb 11:1)

Thank you for taking the time today to be a part of my healing journey.
Today, I am reflecting on one of my very first visits to the hospital at the beginning of this journey. I went in for an ultrasound scan of the lymph node under my left arm that would confirm whether or not a biopsy would be needed. As the nurse began preparing me for the scan, she smiled, introduced herself, and said, My name is Faith. I will never forget that moment and the overwhelming feeling that came over me as I looked up at her with tears in my eyes and said, “Of course it is.” God’s presence at that moment was powerful, and I knew I was beginning a new journey of faith. As Faith started the scan, my eyes were drawn to a wall hanging near me that read, “Faith is believing even when we can’t see.” At the end of this update I want to share a poem that has really ministered to my soul. But first:

My labs (blood tests) yesterday were good and I will be going in for chemo treatment #3 tomorrow morning (Tuesday April 30th). The oncologist added two additional days of injections (7 instead of 5) this past week, which has helped to keep my white blood cell count high enough. I find that walking helps to strengthen my mind, body, and soul every day. I am grateful for the sunshine and beauty surrounding me as I walk. Truly thankful that with God’s help, I have been able to manage the nausea. I treasure your prayers as I go in tomorrow and pray that the treatment will continue to eliminate the cancer cells and that the rest of my body will be protected and strong.

Like the waves – His faithfulness never ceases

The Eye of the Storm
(Author Unknown)
“Fear not that the whirlwind shall carry thee hence,
Nor wait for its onslaught in breathless suspense,
Nor shrink from the whips of the terrible hail,
But pass through the edge to the heart of the gale,
For there is a shelter, sunlighted and warm,
And Faith sees her God through the eye of the storm.

The passionate tempest with rush and wild roar
And threatening of evil may beat on the shore,
The waves may be mountains, the fields battle plains,
And the earth be immersed in a deluge of rains,
Yet, the soul, stayed on God, may sing bravely its psalm,
For the heart of the storm is the center of calm.

Let hope be not quenched in the blackness of night,
Though the cyclone awhile may have blotted the light,
For behind the great darkness the stars ever shine,
And the light of God’s heavens, His love shall make thine,
Let no gloom dim thine eyes, but uplift them on high
To the face of thy God and the blue of His sky.

The storm is thy shelter from danger and sin,
And God Himself takes thee for safety within;
The tempest with Him passeth into deep calm
And the roar of the winds is the sound of a psalm.
Be glad and serene when the tempest clouds form;
God smiles on his child in the eye of the storm.”