I Cry Out
Tuesday morning. Jack's MRI is tomorrow morning and we will get the results on Thursday morning, so I will post the update when I get to a computer on Thursday.
This is when my stomach starts turning over. I am dreading this visit. Sometimes I wish I could just put my head under the sand and pretend like none of this is real, but unfortunately I don't think that will work very well. I am certainly praying that there was no growth and that the MRI's margin of error was to blame for the last results. Maybe not very realistic and that is where I tend to reside, realism. But not today, I am finding the wiggle room and climbing in, grabbing a blanket and staying a while.
My only hope is in the Lord. I cry out for His hand of mercy to heal. I am weak and I need Your love. I lift my eyes to the hills and that is where my Help comes from. O Lord my God you are the lifter of my head. Without God I would not know how to have sorrow and hope at the same time. The Lord is my Rock and my Shelter.
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