Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight
As my husband and I lay last night trying to fall asleep. We lamented over the fact that we are waiting. Waiting for a call for a biopsy time for Meghan. Waiting for a final decision on my spleen – still. Waiting… for all sorts of other less significant things.
The waiting is one of the worst parts of Cowden’s Syndrome. It is a blessing to have the warning to seek early detection, but the 6 month cycles of scans and tests, coupled with the waiting for results…. sometimes it’s just torture.
Meghan is nervous. Not about the threat of thyroid cancer. Bright as she is I doubt she grasps the full reality of that. She is waiting and worried about the biopsy. She already struggled to sleep last night.
As we spoke my husband said something that struck me. He said, “I am a little tired of being carried. I am glad God is there, but I want to walk a little too.” It only took me a moment to know he was referring to his favorite poem – the one we used as one of the readings in our wedding.
I guess we are waiting, for our feet to spend some time on the sand, knowing we are being held up – and incredibly grateful for the support…