Trapped

It’s been five weeks since I last posted an update. I don’t know why I’ve not posted. Could it possibly be just old fashion laziness on my part?  No, I don’t think so.  I’ve thought about it numerous times.  Not knowing what to say has been the struggle.

Since my last post life has been to a fair extent back to normal.  I have gotten a new contact for my affected eye so I can now read and write without winking. I can play my horns and I have even attempted to go out to jog some.  I must admit I am a couple of minutes slower than I was: need to work on that. We have hauled a few sheep to a fair and are preparing for another fair this weekend.  My last post mentioned I was driving, and Lynette has not worried about me ever since I promised to keep both cars between all four ditches.

So, as you can see things really are back to the way they were six or seven months ago.  That is why I have struggled with what to write.  But at church last night when a friend asked how was my eye doing, I shared with him my progress then lamented about not having anything to post.  It was then that he admonished me saying, “Yes you do!  The very fact that things are going so well is worthy of a post.”

Have I really fallen into the rut of normalcy and forgotten what God has brought me through? I pray not!  However, I fear that is a trap into which many of us fall.  We are so quick to run to God when the road gets rough, the valley deep or the way steep.  Why is it we forget to look to Him when the waters give us smooth sailing and life is easy?

It just occurred to me that I am a little over half way between my treatment and my first follow up visit to the oncologist in Memphis.  In a couple of months I will once again find myself sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for his prognosis of my eye’s condition.  Waiting is never fun; just ask my seven year old grandson.  And yet it is something we must all learn regardless of its discomfort. 

So I wait.

Lamentations 3:19-26

19 Remember my affliction and my wondering, the wormwood, and bitterness.

20 Surely my soul remembers and is bowed down within me.

21 This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope.

22 The Lord’s loving kindness indeed never ceases; For His compassions never fail.

23 They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I have hope in Him.”

25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him

26 It is good that he waits silently for the salvation of the Lord.