The miles of journey lead on, meandering across the landscape of the times we live in and consisting of the time we have here. There are long, straight, slow stretches of the journey, and then a hard turn. The banks become tall bluffs, the water courses at greater speed and there is no more tranquility but only the desire to try to stay afloat in this part of our river like journey.
I've been diagnosed with cancer.
My first treatment is in a couple days and they will last a year if I do. Funny how the priorities along the river journey can turn on a dime. This blog was started as a journey to the ironman and ending in a battle of personal survival.
It's funny too, how "the things of earth grow strangely dim." Ironman is not on the back burner anymore. It's not even on the stove. And underneath the doubt and fear are the everlasting arms. I am closer to the Lord than I ever have been, and I see things more and more from His perspective. In doing so, I find myself saying, "I've wasted it so." But I don't want to waste any more of it on "look at me" self-promotion. I want to be a useful servant - whatever.
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