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Another Day In Paradise

Peace... it still surrounds me; saturates me; empowers me. Bright and early tomorrow morning I go to the hospital for the lymph node mapping and biopsy. All is still well. I am wide-eyed and all ears; my heart and mind open to God. What will He show me? Where will He take me? How did He choose cancer? Will the healing come quickly - or will I pass through the fire? Questions that really don't need answers. Just anticipating the ride... praying that I bring Him glory. Honored that He trusts me. Grateful for all of the wonderful people in my life. My husband. My children. My parents. My siblings. My family. My Church. My wonderful friends. My grandbabies. I am so blessed - so loved - and totally amazed by it all. For the past two weeks it seems that time moves at a slower pace. In slow motion, I watch my husband work - preach - study - and I savor every moment together. Like a slow movie reel I watch my grandchildren play - sing - and fight over me (MawMaw), I watch my sons - study their faces - covet every conversation. I see my parents - so strong in their Faith - trying to take care of me - loving me more than life. Yes, I am blessed. God has cleared my calendar and I am His alone. This is the same planet I've lived on for nearly 49 years - and yet everything seems clearer... brighter... more vivid. Another day in paradise!

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Rambling On said…
Wanda,

Thanks so much for sending me to your blog. Writing is a wonderful way to process your emotions when dealing with difficulties. I've kept a journal for many, many years--now it's mostly online blogging, as my handwriting is getting harder to read. Eventually you'll go back and read previous entries and realize how far you've come and just what all God has brought you through. I encourage you to keep writing.

I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor of the salivary gland in 1973. I wrote about in one of my books. As you can see, I'm still praising God for the miracle He gave me all these years later.

We serve a God of miracles. You're in my prayers. Thanks again for your note.

Kind regards,
Dayle
April 17, 2008 at 12:29:00 AM EDT
Anonymous said…
Wanda, I love you so much that words could not describe! You have and are a great friend to me! I thank God for our friendship always! I love to read things you write because they are straight from the heart and spirit! Your the Best and God knows that! Better than we.

Your friend,
Elizabeth
April 18, 2008 at 3:32:00 PM EDT
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