Daily Divine Drama

The warm air refreshed my face and spirit, as I began biking up the hills. It is still the dead of winter, with naked trees lining the streets. But today, the sun has chosen to finally awake and stream down teasing strands of bright heat. I am relishing it, especially as I listen to the tunes of my favorite new artist Lauren Daigle. I tell myself it is OK to take my time, I don't have to be in the same tip top shape I was a few months ago. After all, the last time I rode was a few weeks after my hysterectomy, and due to the cold weather have not been able to get back on the road until now. And no, I don't enjoy the cold to bike in or to even play golf. Definite heat, warm heat is needed for my enjoyment . . .

I am living in the days of daily divine drama. The year has arrived with more uncertainty. I face another surgery in a couple of days, as I continue being cancer survivor day 56. Still the irony persists in that physically I feel so well, without pain or fatigue. At times I wonder if it all is true, am I really the host of such a deadly disease? I live in a state of well being, yet it is overcast with that lingering thought of what next. It's that state of realizing your finiteness, your frailty, your humanness; things that define you, but things that you have absolutely no control over. It not only is yourself that you have no control, but you also cannot relieve the stress and worry it puts on those who love and care for you. You see that in their eyes and hear that in their words. Even Jasmine seems to cling more to me these days, being my constant companion throughout the house, room to room. . .

But the hope in the drama is the fact of it being divine drama. Every day on earth is a gift that is to be grateful for and appreciated, brought about by a loving and good God who created life itself. A God who knows the days we are allotted and the ultimate purpose that He is perfecting in this drama. We often cannot see the big picture, especially when we are more myopic with our present circumstances. Just like Winter, when the outside picture of things can look so bleak and brown, yet in that very process, life is starting anew, soon to burst forth in the wonder of Spring. As the barren branches of trees await a fresh new start, I need to trust my Savior that He knew this day would come. He knew that I was up to the challenge of it, and He knew He would be forever with me and near me as the drama plays itself out. . .

Mom Ruth knew this too as she wrote in her calendar book,

"God is sufficient for every changing circumstance in my God-planned life.

And He is sufficient for every unchanging circumstance as well. How wonderful!"

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