I've been healed!!!!

Seriously.
I wouldn't lie.

My surgery was canceled.
The cyst was gone.

Monday, I was sort of freaking out because I wouldn't find it. I called the doctor's office, assuring them I wasn't exactly insane. I just couldn't see why I should get cut open for something I wasn't even sure was there! So they told me to come in on Wednesday. Well, by Monday afternoon I was positive4 I had found it again. Afterall, when my lovely son pushed there, it hurt! SO I called the doctor again, once again assuring them (and myself) that I was not insane. They said for the sake of my sanity, I should see the doc anyway on Wednesday. So I went in. Wednesday morning I couldn't find it again. By now I figured if I wasn't insane already, I surely was on my way! The nurses know me by name there...I don't know that I think that is a good thing under the circumstances...Anyway, the nurses and assistants all wanted to feel it and see if they could find it. No one could, including the doc. He assured me it would be back and that I should call him when it does. I like to think that it won't come back. The Lord took it away. I suppose if He wants to put it back, He can and will, but I hope He won't.

Now...Tuesday I go to an ENT for the cyst in my neck...so if the Lord takes that one away, I'll be estatic! Maybe ya'all can pop up a prayer or two on my behalf?

Where I've been

Just dropping in to let you all know I'm still alive. I've been re-evaluating a lot of things in my life and really want to focus more on school. The Lord is pushing me to do my best to bring up little ones that can take on the world for Him...(sounds big, doesn't it?)

Also, I have another cyst -this time in my left hand- and am scheduled for surgery on Friday. So, I've had to do a lot to make sure I don't get too far behind because of that as well.

My right hand has still been giving me grief and all I can say is that it doesn't work right . At least not yet. Lord willing, it will, again, someday. I was taking a pizza out of the oven, had it on the cardboard and I dropped it. I mean, my hand dropped it. It's weird but I just couldn't hold it. I wanted to cry...My hubby saw my...my...umm...disappointment? in myself and was so sweet. He helped me pick it up and now I don't even remember what he said, but I know it was sweet and I was touched by his compassion.

I don't want to whine about all my little aches and pain, but I really hope they will go away. I know when I die, I will have a new body, one that doesn't hurt and I SO look forward to that day. Until then, please pray that I have the right attitude toward these little struggles of mine.

I say little because there are people in other places in the world today that are having real struggles. Being jailed and beaten for their faith. When I read the Voices of the Martyrs letter, showing the persecutions going on today I am filled with shame. Here I am in the good ol' USA, whining about my little booboos....I want to keep my perspective right.

I read an article in the VOM letter about how a boy who was 17 walked miles to share his faith while guerrilla fire was going on around him. He could be killed accidentally by the gunfire around him or he could be killed just because he is sharing Christ when the main religion is Moslem, if I remember correctly. He walks miles in mud and gunfire...Then I think of the people who come up to me on the streets or at the airport when we are witnessing, handing out tracts, who say "you are so brave!" Makes me want to scream, "You can't be serious! This is America!"

Wow, now that was a serious rabbit trail, eh?