hi. i'm posting from beks house. say hi beks. she always looks over my shoulder. she reads slow and goes "dont turn the page yet". hoser. Mary K. is here to. she said she'll kick me out and make me homeless if i'm mean. Now she's excited because HER NAME IS IN PRINT! wow. we're really tired. we've been ice skating. i love ice skating. except that i go really fast and can't stop and slam into the plexiglass like a hockey player....haha. another good reason to move to canada, eh?
i got the new David Crowder cd. my mom loves david's songs. so i opened it in the car and started reading. sitting in the car at walmart this is what i read:
"This recording is about that collision. It is the collision of our fallen state and our Maker's transcendence....it is about too many who know intensely what pain the word 'cancer' holds and the words of my friend whispered in my ear, 'it's okay. none of us are getting out of here alive, you know.' It is about victory. It is about the joy that comes when blood tests return and a miracle is announced. It is the hope in a rescue that is come, a rescue that has found us, and the relentless hope in a greater rescue that is still coming--one that has not yet arrived but is no less present."
I had tears running down my face after reading that aloud. How true those words are. But God is good! For those of you who are like "what the heck" I'll try to explian.
My mom's sister is in her last chemo stages after a long hard struggle with cancer. (now her mom has cancer). It's only by God's amazing grace that aunt Lori is alive right now; not 2 years ago we thought she would be dying. You reach a point when every time the phone rings it makes your heart constrict. You wonder that maybe if you don't answer everything will be ok. I have been there when the phone is answered and you hear the words "blood counts are up". Then everyone starts screaming and looking at each other like "this is impossible." God is amazing. And now she is almost through (oh happy day!!).
Then there is my good friend from dance who fought it (and won) at only 13. Another victory from God.
Which gives me hope to think that maybe God will shock the doctors and my grandma will be healed on earth. If not we will be okay; she will go home. I can't really think about that now. this is getting alot deeper than I planned. It's a little more personal than i normally share. maybe it will encourage someone...
"when i look at the staaaaars...i see someone else."