Well, I guess Satan must have read my last
journal entry and figured he should press a little harder. Yesterday was
Blake's first day back to work, the day I have been dreading for two and a half
weeks. He has taken care of the kids and me so well since my surgery that
I feared that I would really be helpless without him. But then my girlfriends
and my mom stepped up! They are creating a schedule among them to cover all the
hours while Blake is gone from the house for each week. On top of that, we
continue to have delicious meals being brought to us 3-4 times a week. If that
weren't enough, I have neighbors and friends continuing to walk over, text,
email, sign my guestbook and call me to check up on me. I have had my house
professionally cleaned as a gift. We have had offers from people to keep my
house clean by running a vacuum or scrubbing my tubs, do my nails, knit a hat
for me and share books about dealing with Cancer and growing closer to the
Lord. I have a team of people forming to walk/run the Race for the Cure in
support of me. Oh I can't
forget to mention, one of my dear friends that is planning my daughter's 2nd
birthday party. I even had a friend help give me a bath the other day. See,
when I focus on this stuff, there is no room in my mind for the thoughts that
Satan wants to put there. The trivial stuff like ants in my house, an
electrical problem, medical bills, and my frustration over watching everyone
having to do everything for my kids and me fades into the background. All
I need to know is that I am loved-loved by my Creator and loved by all of you!
We are so very
grateful for all the ways that we have been cared for! I am a little
behind on my thank you notes (and probably will be for a while), but please
know we are SO grateful. You are the hands, feet, ears, eyes, etc of Jesus to
us (1 Corinthians 12:12-27). I am so blessed by the opportunity to visit with
people that I may not be visiting with if I were not on this journey as well. You
are all keeping me going and helping me "resist the Devil"
as I go.
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