A Spring of Joy

Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Let me just say put it in sports terms. If I am ever watching a certain University play any sport against any other team, I will not root for them. In fact, if college could meet professional in sports, and a certain University played against the Redskins. I would go for the Redskins. And I’m a Cowboys fan. ‘Nuff said.

It was long and it was hard for a number of reasons and let’s just say the quality of care wasn’t up to par.

To be fair there were things out of the control of the hospital like the fact that my port is blocked and cannot be accessed for blood draws. And the doctor I was supposed to consult with was out with food poisoning. Communication was lacking and I still have not consulted with any doctor on the treatment I am to receive on Wednesday. I did consult with a very nice tech, though.

And I have not had my MRI because the doctor was out and she has to read my other scan before I can have the MRI. So that has been added to my list on Wednesday.

Okay. No more.

The good news? I can have the Good News.

I will take my Bible with me to the hospital and can even probably have my cell phone and laptop (video chats, yay!) provided they wrap them in saran wrap. I am thankful. So very thankful. After I use books I can put them in a bag outside for a couple weeks and they will decontaminate, so I will take my old Bible with me. And it makes me so thankful that I live in country where I own multiple Bibles. I’m not having to soak in every word of it because I am going to or living in some foreign country where I could get harmed or worse to even own a Bible.

After today I feel like the psalmist who said he had cried until his tears dried up, and I am under intense spiritual attack. I am convinced that Satan knows my heart and my longing is to go into this isolation and commune with God and pray for others. The last thing Satan wants is for me to pray, and he is seeking to destroy. I felt a lot of his fiery darts as I walked through this short dark day.

But, although my armor is dented and my body is injured, I am still weakly wielding the shield of faith and I will carry with me the sword of truth. I will go forward. I have no other way to go. And I will walk in the strength of the full armor of God for this battle that I face.

I just wish this little soldier could stand by my side.