The enemy tried to seed my mind with fear while we waited for the test results, and my thoughts went the route of anticipating the "worst," though I battled against it. I had done really well until the day before when I got a call from the doctor's office saying he wanted to schedule me to go over the imaging. I'd already been scheduled, so it kind of threw me. You know how the mind can take off and go bad places.
But the sonograms showed nothing at all of concern. Nothing. The abdominal "mass" wasn't there on the imaging. The doctor thinks maybe he felt a muscle in an unusual position. There is nothing kidney-wise that would indicate cause of back pain, either. Nothing at all.
So, we are grateful. So very grateful. Still no answers about my back pain, but that's better than what it could have been.
In the midst of our own blessing, yesterday held a lot of challenges for others we love. My aunt called to tell me my uncle is in the hospital, having had a seizure. He has Alzheimer's, and is failing. It is so hard to watch from a distance. And a well-loved lady in our community had surgery for ovarian cancer. There is just so much heartache here on earth.
But, in the midst, He is teaching us that He is the Author and Finisher of our faith and our story. He is still writing, and has not lost the plot line.
My dear daughter Jessie, also in the midst of the "hard" of life, wrote this poem yesterday and shared it with me. She has been given such a gift. I wept as I read.