My heart is smiling this morning.  I am thrilled with the news last night that we received about our precious friend Katie.  Her final results and diagnosis came in last night and the leukemia is a type with a 95% cure rate!  So much better than what the doctors thought initially.  Thank you, Jesus.  She still faces 6 months of treatment and her journey began at 11 last night.  But we are thankful beyond words.  Love you, Katie!

And though my heart sings for Katie, there are still others out there that I love who are facing huge giants of difficulty, pain, disease and fear.  For you, my heart still prays daily, and my hand is here to lighten the load in any way I can.  But greater than that, Jesus beckons for you to crawl into His lap for comfort, a good cry, and sweet rest.

Please know today that you are held and cherished by the One who knows your heart and understands your circumstance.  He has not forgotten.  He did not look away.  He is with you and fully aware of all you are facing.  He wants to join you.  Your story is still being written.  And though this is a difficult chapter, He is working on a magnificent ending.  A masterpiece.  And like any good mystery novel, though you may not see the answers now, they already exist in the mind and fingers of the writer.  And when this is over, things will become clearer and their purpose will be better understood.  And those who hear the story will be in awe of such an amazing author.

Your circumstances are not a mistake.  This is part of your story, written just for you.  Jesus has not put down His pen. He is present and active in every chapter, every paragraph, every word, dotting every “i” and crossing every “t”.

Thank you for sharing your story with me.  I am right here to read right along with you….

Psalm 139:15-16 – My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.  All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

Psalm 142:1-3 – I cry aloud to the Lord, I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.  I pour out my complaint before him, before him I tell my trouble. When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way.