Tuesday evening. God is great. God is good. And we thank Him for our food. By His hands, we are fed. Thank you, Lord, for our daily bread.
First things first…. Rob is safely ensconced back in Atlanta. He has been busy setting up appointments for the various things that he must get accomplished. While I am definitely missing him being here in NY with us, we’ll be packing up this apartment soon, returning to Atlanta with all of this stuff. Back in November, we took enough furniture from Atlanta to set up our NY living scenario — however, I’m not feeling all that confident about fitting it back into place now. What is it about stuff? It seems to grow and multiply when you live with it for a while.
Secondly, the Dallas Mavericks — NBA champs! Yeah!
Lee Anne and I have been touring schools in case she decides on grad school in NY — guess it saves a plane ticket back up here. Last night, she and I went out for a tempura and soba dinner at Nippon on E. 52nd (I think we were the only non-Japanese there) — Jim was tied up with a business dinner, so he missed out. She is tentatively scheduled to leave NY on Saturday, so we are trying to make the most of our remaining time. I’m not sure when Jim and I will be leaving — soon, I expect, but first we must get the move underway.
I am constantly reflecting on our past 8 months — from the moment we heard the results of Rob’s biopsy, hurrying from NC to Atlanta , finding out from IBM’s medical team about Dr. Rosen in NY (as we drove along I-20 W), and then the sudden but unanimous decision to move here for Rob’s treatment. As Rob stated on his recent blog post (survivingsarcoma.com), while living through these past months, the time was just slowly progressing along, but as we look back on it, the time seems to have flown by. Why is that?
I remember my grandmother often talked about how fast time would go by — but I was young at the time and felt that time was creeping along. More and more these days, I find myself identifying with her sentiment about time. Is that a consequence of getting older? Thinking about my mother’s mother — it’s fascinating to imagine my own mother now in heaven, reunited with my dad and with her own beloved parents and brothers. Heaven feels nearer when you have loved ones already there.
Just as God provided manna from heaven for the children of Israel centuries ago, He provides for us just what we need each day. My heart is full of gratitude for the countless ways He has taken care of us, and for all the prayers that so many of our loving friends and family have offered up on our behalf throughout this cancer experience. Somehow from the very start, I felt sure that God would provide the answers and the strength we would need when we needed them. He did, He does, and He will.
Exodus 16: 4-5 Then the LORD said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions. On the sixth day they are to prepare what they bring in, and that is to be twice as much as they gather on the other days.”