I got an email from my Bible study partner that went as follows: Any word from the MD on the biopsy? As a friend . . . your WFTD today sounds like you’re an old broken down plough horse . . . giving up? . . . as you’ve told me . . . suck it up buttercup! It ain’t over until I start singing!!! (Or the fat lady . . . whichever is 1st) 🤣 – Keep me posted – we’re keeping you in our prayers !
I got another one from a reader that said the following: Your message sounds like you are depressed. I have a cousin who has been living with this problem for a number of years, so cheer up; the doctors are NOT GOD. Otherwise, your message was spot on.
“Broken down plough horse?” Though I should probably give my Bible study partner a good pop in the nose, I think he might be right. One problem is that I rarely ever get sick, but lately it seems I stay that way. Rotator cuff surgery, multiple ulcers, gastrovitus, severe weight loss, hiatal hernia, diverticulitis, non-alcoholic fatty liver disease (cirrhosis), neural abnormality, and severe arthritis.
This all came about two months or so ago. And yes sometimes I think the fat lady has begun to sing. So next month is my birthday. I’ll be 76. They asked me at the doctor’s office what surgeries I’ve had and I laughed. Gall bladder removal, cervical fusion C2-T-1, both hands broken, clavicle broken, broken femur, multiple broken nose surgery, skin cancer, broken sternum, broken tibia, was the best I could remember.
So like my other reader said God is the great physician. He is the healer and the comforter. I’m sorry if I sound depressed. I am trying to stay positive. I read this anonymous poem at times I feel like quitting and I want to turn to God.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit – rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow – you may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor’s cup;
and he learned too late when the night came down,
how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out – the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and when you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit – it’s when things seem worst, you must not quit.
2 Chronicles 15:7
But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.”