Five Minutes: Best Mail

I stumbled across a new blog a few months ago, where the blogger challenges people to take five minutes to write on a given topic: un-edited, un-scripted, free-flowing thought.

She gives a new topic each Friday; last week's topic was "the best mail you got recently".

Going to give it a whirl (before tomorrow's topic arrives!) :

GO--

The box was not unexpected but the size certainly was.

The contents were spread on the counter....needles of different sizes, pills, syringes, alcohol wipes, a book of sheets describing each medication, something I don't have a name for but that look like bullets....as different emotions struggled for dominance. Excited. Overwhelmed. Afraid. Grateful.

While daunting, we were reminded of what it will allow us to try.

I mean, it wasn't a box from Amazon, but Lord willing, the gift that the contents of this box may allow, will have enduring effects for the rest of my life, beyond closing a book on its last page.

STOP--

Wow that went fast....

OK, so I took 10 min, but when your husband asks you for three different things in a row, you oblige and then extend your deadline :) .....

Give Me This Day.....

.....my daily bread.

I have been thinking for several weeks on this. The process that we're in requires it. I can no more make my body respond to these medications as I can control the outcome. Each day requires some or all of the following: pills, injections, doctor visits, blood work, and tests. Keeping up with it all is a full-time job and it is easy to believe that the whole thing relies on my ability to do it well, do it right, even perfectly.

But it doesn't and I'm reminded of my daily need of Him. He is my bread, my hope....not these things or even whether I become a mother soon or not.

He is kind to give good gifts and what we need for the day: His Spirit, of course; a community of friends who are sharing our burden with us; strength to face the next injection or test. Even down to small details: the welcome gift of sunshine on Saturday morning, winking through the clouds and into my bedroom window.

To quote a new song from my favorites The Weepies, "I was made for sunny days", and I have a Father who delights in giving them.