The surgeon from Mayo called late this week to see how I was doing.  I asked him if there was any more definitive word.  After a pause, he said, “They (pathologists) are calling it a fibroid tumor and believe that it is benign.”  I can go with that.

We are trying to increase the diet.  A scrambled egg tastes better than mashed potatoes which taste better than chicken broth.

Telling me to take it slowly is kind of like talking to the wall.  "Bulldog" is rarely a gear I go in.  As I have tried to begin to do some things, I am learning quickly that bulldog isn't a bad gear.   Please, don't pray for patience for me.  I have enough trials to develop my patience.   Please pray for wisdom and discernment about what to try to do when.

 

I have found that when the major challenges of life come that there is comforting assurance in the psalms.  I have also learned to turn to some of the great men of faith over the centuries.  Here is today’s reading from Charles Spurgeon’s daily journal.  I am not much for the old English language, but I am for the truth that is in it:

Perhaps, O tried soul, the Lord is doing this to develop thy graces. There are some of thy graces which would never be discovered if it were not for thy trials. Dost thou not know that thy faith never looks so grand in summer weather as it does in winter? Love is too often like a glow-worm, showing but little light except it be in the midst of surrounding darkness. Hope itself is like a star--not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.

Good stuff. 

“Lord, let my love light shine in the darkness of this world.  It may be like the small, flickering light of a lightning bug on a summer's night, but the darkness has not and cannot overcome it.”