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.
5 Comments
Mel
Oh Joy… Praying for you… may you know His everlasting arms underneath. Deut.33:27 {{{Hugs}}}
Elise
Praying constantly here, friend… keep your face turned heavenward…
Beth
I’m praying for you.
Alisa
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…
Rebekah
So beautiful, Joy.