August....It's been a year

It has been a whole year.  A long year.  In a way though, it seems like just yesterday.  We seem to look at things as before cancer and after.  We didn't know it was cancer last August.  I didn't even know Dave had gone to the doctor.  He had spent 14 days or so in Russia, had some pain while he was there,  and went to the doctor 2 days after he got home.  He got up early, left without waking me, and went to the doctor's office.  They sent him for a CT scan.  That all happened in the first few days of August last year.  We got the news that he had a cyst and needed to see a urologist. We had no idea what the next year would hold.  We have definitly been "Held" this past year.  We think we hold to Jesus, when all along he is really holding us.  Oh how thankful I am it has not been up to me or Dave or anyone else this year.

Lamentations3:22-24

22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end;

23 they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,

“therefore I will hope in him.”

Those are some of my favorite verses.  The song below has also been great for me this year. 

Held 

by Natalie Grant

Two months is too little, they let him go

They had no sudden healing

To think that providence

Would take a child from his mother

While she prays, is appalling

Who told us we'd be rescued

What has changed and

Why should we be saved from nightmares

We're asking why this happens to us

Who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We'd be held

This hand is bitterness

We want to taste it and

Let the hatred numb our sorrows

The wise hand opens slowly

To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We'd be held

If hope if born of suffering

If this is only the beginning

Can we not wait for one hour

Watching for our Savior

This is what it means to be held

How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive

This is what it is to be loved and to know

That the promise was that when everything fell

We'd be held