Bend In The Road

“…my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes–what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows–what new landscapes–what new beauties–what curves and hills and valleys further on.”

– Anne of Green Gables, Chapter XXXVIII

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Wednesday Worship: You Never Let Go

Today my world came crashing down yet again.

The ultrasound of my neck showed a 1 cm nodule in my left thyroid bed. My endocrinologist is moving quickly to contact the surgeon to schedule surgery and biopsy. I don’t know much other than that right now.

This I do know. God hasn’t changed.

As I drove to pick up my boys from their Art and Music classes this afternoon, the song that immediately came on the iPod was Matt Redman’s “You Never Let Go” from his Beautiful News album. God knew I needed to hear it, that I needed to be reminded that He is holding me and will never let me go. I have a lot of fear right now. A lot of questions and a lot of unknowns again.

From The Lips Of My Children…

… more reminders of God’s gifts.

While rocking Bella to bed on the last night of open windows, she heard the crickets outside and whispered, “Mommy, dat music outside is singing for me.”

While helping my Buddy get ready for school, “Oh, I hope Bear wakes up soon. I don’t want to miss telling him good-bye.”

While off-roading, the exuberance of Bear kept us rolling as he talked non-stop, “Ooooooh, look. Oh, the trees are gorgeous, and the leaves are so fancy. Oh that makes me so happy. And oh, look, there’s a river down there with water in it. But what happens if we fall off the side of the mountain? The trees will catch us won’t they? Oh, I just love off-roading. Daddy, did you notice there’s a freckle on my finger?”

Beginning With A Bang… Or Not

Yesterday I began the barrage of tests, scans, ultrasounds, injections, questions and waiting. And I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, so I just did both.

After a lengthy drive filled with me singing at the top of my lungs to songs on my iPod, I arrived at the hospital (not the one I normally go to) for my appointment. I was having an ultrasound of my neck in order for them to see if they could locate any remaining thyroid tissue from my thyroidectomy 10 years ago. They took me back quickly into the dungeon radiology, and it all went downhill from there.