A Busy and Blessed Three Months
As I have said before, no news from us is good news. After Gorman’s last MRI in July, we hit the road and have been traveling so much that I’m afraid I have neglected this blog.
In August, we flew to Montreal, rented a car and spent some time in the Quebec countryside, then drove to Vermont, where we celebrated our 45th anniversary, thanking God that we still have each other after 45 years! Then we had our supper club at our home, which was fun because we felt just like regular people doing regular things.
In October we drove to Atlanta to spend a couple of nights visiting with Charlie, our son from California who was doing some catering business there and we celebrated Gorman’s 70th birthday, quite a cause for celebration. Two years and nine months ago, we never thought we would get to celebrate this birthday! We then flew to Boston for a long weekend, then boarded a cruise ship for a 10-day cruise through Nova Scotia and Canada. The leaves were beautiful and we had a grand time; even had a butler while on the ship. I could get used to that!
In September we got a phone call that our younger son, Grady, was in a terrible car accident. We flew out to Ft. Collins, CO to be with him for a few days. The photos of his car made my heart stop. Praise God, he is doing just fine, which is a true miracle. I will have to admit that, for about one day, I walked around saying, “Really, God? How much more do you think we can handle?” but after much prayer I got over myself. I know that’s not how life works. And what really happened was that our Lord was with us through that ordeal, just as He has been with us through Gorman’s illness. Gorman and I both had that sure sense that we were not alone and sure enough, God gave us strength and courage. There is a hymn/canticle that we sing at church called “The First Song of Isaiah” and the words are straight out of Isaiah 12, “Surely it is God who saves me. I will trust in Him and not be afraid for the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense and He will be my savior”. Gorman and I both find much comfort there and I go around singing it to myself. It’s especially comforting when I am anxious or afraid.
Speaking of which, Gorman has an MRI tomorrow. This is his routine, every-three-month MRI and we have no reason for concern but these MRIs are always scary. Because it is scheduled for afternoon, we probably won’t have the results until Thursday. Tomorrow night I’ll be singing to myself “The First Song of Isaiah”.