I don’t know if these kinds of thought processes ever happen to anyone else, but they happen to me.
Tonight, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the events of the day, and even events from previous days, started replaying in my mind. Some thoughts are random like, I wish I knew that name of that cool song I heard today, or the topics can be real heavy weights.
Like, how much more abuse can my body take from all these treatments?What happens then?
After about 30 minutes of this fruitless thinking I remembered that it isn’t my job to worry about tomorrow.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that we should not ask Him for help when we run into trouble, just that we have to trust His answers.
So, as my insomnia became dulled by the stress of treatment, I got on my hands and knees. I pressed my face into the floor and I thanked God for all the blessings He has given. I thanked Him for all the people who have reached out to me and my family, and I thanked Him in advance for healing me and giving me enough health that I can go home soon.
To everyone that has even as much as said a kind word to me and my family – may God richly bless you.
If I can produce the same results tomorrow we will be able to start talking (thinking) about coming home. Wow, it seems so wild to think this is almost over.
Here's to seeing everyone soon! Frank