Cancer treatments resumed, delivering an unexpected punch. A distant relative betrayed me. I felt knocked down, and I wasn't sure I wanted to get up again. I'm tired of the fight.
My thoughts were spiraling downward: If I can barely function while being on this treatment, and I need this treatment forever, what’s the point?
That got me feeling lonely, scared, and afraid.
So yesterday, while battling my fears, my husband and I sat outside, enjoying the sunset. Silently, I prayed for help. I needed a distraction...a good, effective distraction.
Specifically, I was wishing we had something social to do. I figured conversation and a waft of what's happening in someone else's life would be refreshing.
Suddenly, my phone rings. It’s dear friends...neighbors...Would we like to come over for dinner? Right...Now..?
What? Really? Yes!
I was amazed. Unbeknownst to them, it was an answer to prayer.
I hung up. A gentle breeze fluttered through my hair and the air seemed filled with the sweet perfume of God’s incredible love.
Suddenly, a song arose from deep within: "The Lord Hears the Cry of the Poor.”
In my desolation, God heard me.
"The Lord Hears the Cry of the Poor."
Yes, He does.
Round 2 of the cancer treatments begins today.
I'm back in the fight.
And I'm ready.
I forgive the distant relative.
The tune keeps running through my head: "The Lord Hears the Cry of the Poor."
My response? "Blessed be the Lord."
Click here for the song (Psalm 34)
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