So last night I got a text from someone who wrote; “How’s Teresa holding up? Prayers continue for her . . . Oh, how are you doing too?” I responded that she was doing fine, but has another chemo treatment today that we both dread, but must get behind us. I then told him my neck was healing nicely but I was undergoing Flourourcil chemo treatments applied topically for skin cancer and that I had lesions all over me and it wasn’t fun; and then I added, “Thanks for thinking of Teresa . . . Oh and for thinking of me too . . . ” He was the second person that day to inquire about Teresa’s well-being and mine as an afterthought.
Where is the love?
Actually my treatment and these lesions are driving me crazy; they itch like the dickens. My skin burns like fire and open sores are beginning to crack and bleed, and it gets worse by the day. The Flourourcil kills all the cancer cells (and even the wannabe cancer cells) and where it has done its work I look like I have smallpox or leprosy.
I think I kind of know what Job must have felt like when he developed open sores all over his body and the dogs licked them. At least he had a dog friend or two to lick his wounds, my sorry excuse of a dog “Prince” Cooper is too refined to lick wounds, and even if he was so inclined to lower himself to such a task, he would be too lazy to do it.
As for human friends, well they just inquire about Teresa.
Wahhhhh!
I remember one day that our company had a monster deposit of many thousands of dollars. I was whooping it up running around the office celebrating like a little kid, but my COO was glumly looking like he’d lost his best friend. I asked why he wasn’t celebrating the big deposit. He replied, “Well that just means that tomorrow we’ll have a lousy one”.
I told him that when he is on a peak, he should bask in the sunshine and enjoy its full glory; that there would be plenty of time to cry and whine when he descended down into the valley and faced its fiery darts and dark storms.
Hmmm . . . I’m thinking that the same logic should apply now for me while we, the Williamson family, are down in the valley. I suppose we are entitled to bitch and moan some, and I’m thinking I could even have my very own pity party. Even if I’m the only one who cares to go to it, I can have a cupcake with one candle on it with some buttered pecan ice cream.
So I have resolved myself to gripe and complain until I ascend to another peak and then I will spend some time enjoying its warmth and bask in the sunlight and get in a better mood.
Well unfortunately crying and whining hasn’t helped the situation, so I’m trying a different approach. I’m in Atlanta at a Jesus Alliance meeting and hopefully being around all of these Spirit filled people today and accomplishing something grand for the Lord will take my mind off my troubles and foil that stinking reptile Lucifer’s plans to rain on my parade. When I go home I will take care of Teresa and focus on getting her well and feeling good again.
Hmmm . . . I’m feeling better already.
So there you have it. If you have some stinking thinking today, replace it by focusing on God, family, and friends and realize that in the end after we have been purified by fire God will exalt His children and the valleys will be no more.
So how did Job’s epitaph read?
Proverbs 17:6
“He died old and full of days”
June 10, 2015 – Click here to listen