Learned that she not only had
Cancer, but that it had metastasized.
When fluid was removed from
Her lung cavity, it simply filled up
Again.
"You're between a rock and a hard
Place," the doctor told her.
The specialist pictured my friend as
Being trapped on all sides by her
Circumstances.
But the psalmist, David, had a
Different perspective.
"The Lord is my rock," he said,
"My fortress in whom I take refuge." *
It is true for my sweet sister.
Hospice is assisting her now, and she
Told me, "I'm at peace. I'm in the
Lord's hands."
My friend kindly inquired about my
Own well being.
Jean isn't trapped.
She's sheltered, safe, protected by
Her Rock who is steadfast, and
Totally trustworthy.
And gratefully, He's my Rock too.
*Psalm 18:2