… In the big, good, sovereign and loving arms of God.
… AND by the love of friends and family.
Warning: this post comes with the tick of Benadryl dripping in background so will be short and unlikely proofread:)
As I sit here on my 11th week of chemo, I have a full heart and He deserves the glory. I continue to marvel with how HE has sustained us by minimizing my side effects and fear, sustaining Lincs adjustments, providing connectedness with Scott, and replenishing us with the daily manna of joy and peace. And, along the lines of being HELD, do y’all remember the story in Exodus where Moses is in battle with Israelites and they win as long as his hands are held up and he prayed?! I think it’s Exodus 14 or 17 but this Benadryl ticking means I need to wrap up instead of look up. [If someone looks up, can you please post correct reference in comments?] Remember how Moses got tired so his friends Aaron and Hur held up his arms to help him extend them to the Lord in prayer?! Glorious picture of friends and community. I SO get that visual more than ever. We have countless Aaron and Hurs battling with us. We are upheld. It’s as if one arm represents the upholding of (1) emotional and spiritual needs (scriptures, generous and thoughtful gifts, encouraging words, notes, and PRAYER) and (2) physical needs (meals, laundry, babysitting…). We feel sustained by the grace of God through the people of God.
This little Mosette nods off now with sweet thanks for all the Aarons and Hurs that are granting strength and joy during our journey.
We love you all. And thank you for upholding us in prayer and all things. May an Aaron or Hur bless you today as you’ve blessed me.