I had chemo today, finally. It’s a month late due to insurance issues and a serious case of RSV, from which I am just now recovering, but a blessing, even so.
A lovely remnant, affectionately called “Bev’s Angels,” has come to my rescue time and time again, making sure I am accompanied to and from treatments and doctor’s visits. In two and a half years, I have yet to attend either alone. They have been beautiful, sacrificial examples of love in action.
I say it often, regarding all that followed Jimmy’s loss, but it bears repeating: Love articulated but not demonstrated is not love. It is performance art. It is gamesmanship. It is verbal swordplay. It is any of a number of things, but the one thing it is not, is love.
As with most things that bring us to our knees, there are always labors of love, glimpses of grace, and relics of redemption waiting to be excavated from the rubble. Such is the case with my precious angels.
Whether you find yourself at the mercy of a disease for which you, too, must receive treatment, or at the mercy of people who have shown you little, know this: You are not alone.
I see you and God sees you.
Evidence of His abiding is unmistakable. His fingerprints are everywhere. His guardianship never fails, even when His representatives do.
As the meds meant to save my life course through my veins, so does the assurance that God won’t waste a bit of what He has allowed. Not in my life and not in yours.
He is up to something, working for each of us “a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,” and offering beauty where, once, there were only ashes.
Be encouraged today, my friends. You are not alone. ❤️
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