Yesterday morning was not my favorite.
Days that involve trips to the Women’s Health Center at a nearby hospital for follow up on what seems to be a never-ending issue don’t generally rank up there at the top.
To say I was in a bad mood might just be scratching the surface.
And even Monday was just not good.
It didn’t help that I was cold because…well, because I live in the U.S. (Is everyone here freezing their tails off? Pretty sure.) I was moody because I got to think all day about going to the doctor first thing Tuesday morning. I was snippy with my hubby and in a horrible mood when I went to work out with friends that night. (Really, I probably should have just stayed home and gone to bed.)
Honestly…I just felt so alone. It’s not like you can shoot into facebook-land a status like, Getting a mammo tomorrow…please pray?
Well, maybe some people would. No judgment on my end, but for me, it just seems too personal. (And, yet, here I write it on my blog.) 😉
But I did mention it to a few people, and they prayed for me. I felt a little better by the time I went to bed Monday night.
But then Tuesday morning came, and I felt defeated.
I put off getting up until the last possible second. My stomach was in knots and my mind was wandering to places it shouldn’t go. But I made myself put one foot in front of the other, and I even put on makeup.
And as I was applying the eyeliner, I heard my Voxer beep at me. It was a sweet, dreaming sister sending a message to let me know she was praying.
I sent a quick reply back, and my phone beeped again.
A text. Praying for you this morning. This time from a sweet friend.
I’m not alone. I’m not…the promise that came to my mind.
Somehow I made it to the appointment with time to spare. (Thankful for back roads.)
My technician was about the sweetest woman I’ve ever met in my life…so compassionate and caring. He knew I needed her.
And while the process wasn’t pleasant, it was the quickest mammogram I’ve had yet. In less than an hour, I was on my way home…No changes. See you in a year. (Which has now been switched to six months, but that’s for another day.)
(Still) Praise. Jesus.
I stopped at Starbucks for a drip brew with white chocolate to celebrate.
I got to send a few texts to friends…Things look ok…so thankful.
And looking back now brings tears to my eyes. What I had to do yesterday was almost my least favorite thing ever…and, yet, my Father met me in the most tangible way. With sweet, little reminders that I’m not on my own here…because I know that, but it’s always nice to be reminded.
He’s given me a community of women…friends, sisters…to walk this journey with.
Some days are full of sunshine and we laugh, joke, and share smiley faces.
Other days…well, they’re hard. There’s more rain than there is sunshine and we pass the (sometimes virtual) tissue box around the table and squeeze each others’ hands as we whisper prayers.
But we’re still not alone, and we cling to that.
I don’t know where you are today, friend, but know this. You’re not alone.
He’s got you, and so does this community. Don’t be afraid to grab a hand and join in…because we’re here.
I love my sweet friend, Holley‘s, new link-up! Her Coffee For Your Heart: 2014 Encouragement Challenge is just what it sounds like. Think of Wednesdays as that day where I just share some encouragement…and you can pretend that we’re sitting at a table over coffee, just sharing life. Sounds like a great way to spend Wednesdays in this space. I hope you’ll hop over and join us!