Some days are diamonds and some days are just stones, nothing to write about but just getting through. Thankfully, I don't have many of those. But the drugs sometimes bring me down, where all I want to do is sleep and just find a place and stare off in space for a long period of time. Sometimes the drugs put me on an inner quiver, and sleeping isn't sound and I feel jittery and anxious constantly.
But most days are diamonds. My workouts have been consistent, and my walking and bike riding have been. Most of the time, if I can just get moving, I have a better chance of having a diamond day.
Today, my walk was going really well out in the woods. The more I walked, the more I came to myself. There is a place in those woods where I have fashioned a cross of rocks and have a rocking chair there. It's where I have prayed for people over the years. God seems to meet me there.
The words didn't come for persistent prayer today. It was as if God was saying "Be still," and experience the quiet peace of His creation. It was really quiet. All I could hear was the sounds of the woods. As I rocked and listened, peace settled in on me like a fog coming in.
I didn't want to leave and wondered how long I could have stayed there basking in the peace God had revealed to me. Cancer has brought me closer to God. Whatever the outcome at the end of this journey, it is well with my soul. It's been a diamond day. Amen
