Counting Joy Amidst Trials

Day Three

What do you do when it’s cancer…again?

When it’s his turn, once more, to bear fruit of the faulty line of genes?

When looking back, there’s mother and sister and father and nephew and grandfather and grandmothers twice, battered by the multiplication of cell anomaly?

When looking forward are three beloved treasures that have been borne into this branch, and carry the fault line with them?

When mother love aches with grim possibilities? When helpmeet love cannot change the course, but must find the role within?

You extend the hand of your heart and sigh with blessed relief that it is held gently, firmly and purposefully.

And you count joy:

Mother, sister, and nephew still vibrant.

Ugly scar of surgeon’s craft fading healthily into husband’s arm—reminder of carriage through the storm just 14 months past.

Teaching grace of others navigating similar, even stormier waters, with strength and faith and endurance.

Solitude in experience that is never totally being alone because of abiding in the One who knows,  understands and has it all under control.

Stores of healing and strength and wisdom that are supplied daily by Holy hands.

Still laughter and love and daily grind.

 

Proverbs 14:26-27  In the fear of the Lord one has strong confidence, and his children will have a refuge. The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life, that one may avoid the snares of death.

Psalm 91:1,2  He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress; my God in whom I trust.”

Psalm 46:1,2  God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.  Therefore we will not fear though the earth should change, though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea.”

Psalm 4:8  In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for thou alone, O Lord, makest me dwell in safety.

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About An Earthen Vessel--Terri Apgar

Wife of one, mother of three, so grateful for God's grace--that's me. I'm just tucked into my bay window, opening my heart to God and trying to be brave about letting Him use all that He has crafted inside me to His glory.
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