200 rads of radiation then this:
Another 200 flesh piercing rads and this:
After still more of the cell annihilating beam, an afternoon here:
In between the hardness of the treatment is the beauty of his hand.
We’ve been in awe of God’s provision to us during this difficult time. What loomed on the horizon as bleakness and desolation, God has turned into blessing as we absorb the balm of his beauteous handiwork.
“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Instead of the thornbush will grow the pine tree, and instead of briers the myrtle will grow. This will be for the Lord’s renown, for an everlasting sign, which will not be destroyed” (Isaiah 55:12-13).
We braced ourselves for the thornbush, but God has given us the evergreen pines. We stocked up with tweezers, antiseptic, and bandages for all the briers coming our way, but instead the myrtle bloomed at our front door and we’ve collected bouquets, which have filled our lives with the fragrance of his love.
And in this moment, we acknowledge that it all flows from his hand. His gracious, caring hand.
We give thanks in the midst of this fight with cancer for God’s grace to us.
We are blessed.
And just for a laugh, as I went to take a couple of these pictures, God sent this fellow to amble all the way to the beach with me.