When our two boys, Joshua and Nathaniel, were younger, we had many long car rides on the roads of Kenya. Traveling by car from Eldoret, where we live, to Nairobi (the capital and main airport) would usually take the entire day as we counted the endless number of potholes we tried to avoid. “Are we almost there?” seemed to be an echo from the back seat. “How much longer do we have?” During my recent appointment with the oncologist this week, I felt compelled to ask her the same question – “How much longer do we have to go – are we almost there?”

This upcoming Tuesday (5/14) will be the last infusion of this current chemo prescription and treatment cycle. Two weeks later, on 5/28, I will begin receiving a different chemo drug (every Tuesday) for 12 consecutive weeks. My specific prayer requests are for no adverse reactions, delays, or side effects to the new drug and for continued protection over my body and effectiveness of the treatments.

There are days that the journey seems extra long, and the unknowns ahead can be overwhelming. I am reminded once again that this path is a one-day-at-a-time journey that stirs in me an unwavering trust in my Good Shepherd, who is leading the way with His loving care. I love David’s words in Psalm 23:1, where he declares, “The Lord is my shepherd; I lack nothing.” After this last treatment, it has taken me a bit longer to recover, and I have experienced a few more of the side effects. When I pause to reflect at the end of each day, however long they may have felt, I see the fingerprints of God, my Good Shepherd. His presence with me reminds me daily of the beautiful ways He knows exactly what I need and what refreshes my soul even better than I do.

We still have a ways to go on this journey, but I am so grateful we have a GOOD Shepherd who knows the way ahead and can provide all we need—one day at a time.

In His arms,

Amy