The Cows Aren’t Concerned
We had a disappointing visit this week with the specialist who did LeRoy’s injections. It was not what we were expecting to hear. Once again, we’ve ridden the roller-coaster of hope for improvement through treatment, only to hit the bottom of the descent with no solution in sight.
Longing for the New Day
As I write this post, the breeze coming through the car window is cool this morning, but the sun warms my face as I wait and pray. I’ve been walking around the medical building that is bordered by bright spring flowers and tall trees. Walking and praying for my man. Somewhere inside that building, he’s getting ready for his second procedure. The nurses are asking him questions, prepping him, and rolling his gurney into the surgery area where they’ll inject his veins with a drug that heavily sedates him. And then the procedure will begin. If you are a new reader here, you may not know that my husband is partially paralyzed…
We Are Waiting
Like many of you, LeRoy and I are spending a rainy weekend focusing on the sufferings of our Redeemer and the power of His resurrection. We’ve also entered a season of waiting for what this newest treatment for him will bring (and you can read about that by clicking here to see my last blog post). We are waiting in hope. In my daily reading of the Psalms, this day’s reading is from chapter 102, and it begins with the prayer of an afflicted one, who is weary. It is a Psalm that we can very much relate to today. The Psalmist pours out his complaint before the Lord and begins this…
