The blood tests came back yesterday afternoon...the hormone levels increased only by a half instead of doubling. The uncertainty is clawing at the corners of my heart. The grief...it seeks to overwhelm. I am leaving for the doctor's appointment that will answer so many questions. I don't know what these next hours hold. But I do know that my dear Abba is Faithful, and that He is holding me close in this tempest. This is, this is, my God's Plan A for my life. I will cling to Him. He will carry me through.
In my darkest hours, I have found myself praying, crying, and creating. Visual prayers, visual promises. This is my offering, my tithe. The paper, so thin, so fragile, the paint running where I would will it not...how it echoed my heart in these moments.
Oh Joy... Praying for you... may you know His everlasting arms underneath. Deut.33:27 {{{Hugs}}}
Posted by: Mel | August 19, 2008 at 06:35 PM
Praying constantly here, friend... keep your face turned heavenward...
Posted by: Elise | August 19, 2008 at 07:14 PM
I'm praying for you.
Posted by: Beth | August 20, 2008 at 05:49 AM
Dearest Joy, I'm amazed at the beauty you are able to pour out even as you battle such a formidable opponent as grief and uncertainty. Stilling praying... that you'd feel the angels standing guard over you and your Heavenly Father's own arms around you...
Posted by: Alisa | August 20, 2008 at 03:18 PM
So beautiful, Joy.
Posted by: Rebekah | August 25, 2008 at 02:04 AM