I knew this day would come, even as the doctor said “I am so very sorry to give you this news”, even as I would startle awake in the middle of the night in panic, and even as I would lay my head upon his chest a dozen times a day and weep . . . I knew the day would come when I could once again feel
Like this morning, walking with my Bad Alice, who really isn’t so bad after all, more like a Naughty Alice . . . filled with Joy.
In the midst of her own crisis, a beloved friend wrote to me today, writing that she really didn’t know what to say, what I feel like hearing.
Hmm . . . what do I want to hear? I want to hear that God is good all the time, that God is faithful, that God can and does take what was meant to harm us and use it for our good, that endless blessings await us in the most difficult of trials, if we just accept the blessings. I want to hear Rich Mullin’s “Creed” and sing it at the top of my lungs, shout it to the world.
I believe it, I believe.