We Will Survive

After I got my last chemo, I thought I was doing pretty good, but after 2 weeks my blood counts started to drop, and by the 3rd week had pretty much bottomed out. When my doctor said I needed another blood transfusion, all I could think was "I have too much to do." Our pastors were coming for their Sat. morning breakfast the next morning, and our friends from Pennsylvania were arriving at suppertime. So I decided to go ahead with my plans. After our breakfast, I went up to Charlotte for my type and crossmatch of my blood. That would take off 2 hrs. before my transfusion time on Sunday.

Our friends came, and we had a nice time visiting. We left our friends at our house at 7am. That way they could take their time getting ready to go south, and we went back up to Charlotte. We finished by 1:30 and made it home by 2:30, just in time for an important meeting in our neighborhood. We accepted an invitation at a neighbor's house for a barbecue with several families afterward even though I was still very worn out. But it was  great to be able to speak of the Lord and what's happening in our world today. One lady is having surgery today and as she was leaving, I gave her a hug and told her I'd pray she'd have an easy time. She seemed surprised and smiled and said "I'd like that."

You know, even though I was extremely tired, I knew I wanted to serve our pastors their breakfast so Lennie could minister the Word to them. Our pastors give it out so much and also need to be ministered to.

I knew I wanted to be here for our weary travelers as they came on business to the south. It was a refreshing time with them.

And I knew I should be here for our neighbors who don't know the Lord. There are always opportunities to be understanding, to be giving of your time or share some of your food with them as we did. It wasn't hard, really. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm no martyr! I did have the thought of how good it would feel to just go home to my sofa. But I've been praying for my neighbors for over 2 years -- even before they ever had a thought of moving here -- even when their yards were just "woods" that were still undeveloped.

So it was a very long but a very good day. The Lord took care of me through it all. Alot was accomplished. Even though we as cancer patients have alot on our plate, we can always find some place where we can serve the Lord and keep Him first in our life. Even if it's only serving someone breakfast or hugging someone and telling them you're praying for them, God uses us if we're just willing.

So I ask the Lord, "What's next?" Another day to live for Him!