As I write these words, Thursday has not arrived yet.
As you read them, it has.
We awoke this morning at 3:30 a.m. and stumbled from bed.
How do I know that?
I’m SO not a morning girl. Stumbling will be my best effort.
We’ll arrive at the hospital at 5 a.m. and Richard goes into pre-op. I’ll whisper goodbye as they roll him into surgery.
And then I’ll be brave.
I’m grateful that the cancer was discovered and that it will soon be out of his body. I’m grateful for family that has wrapped themselves around us. I’m grateful for friends who have already signed up to bring us food as he recovers.
I’m grateful for the private “I love you’s” texted and messaged by beautiful Proverbs 31 ministry sisters and church family and even strangers.
I’m also grateful for God.
We walked through this years ago as a couple and I know that He’s by our side. So it’s not the statistics or the bigness of this 5-hour surgery that will be my focus.
It will be Him.
Because as peace-filled as we have been, it’s all so real today and I’m not near as brave as I look, but. . .
God is big and that brings me strength.
So, will you pause just for a moment and whisper a prayer for my guy? I’d love that. In fact, I need it.
While I won’t be able to check in today, later when he’s asleep in the hospital and I’m resting nearby, I’ll hold those prayers close like a treasured friend.
Women from all over the nation are sharing their stories of “brave.”
That’s what this is. . . every single week. Brave girls who love Jesus coming together to love each other.