I need to praise in order to persevere.
Praise helps me persevere. Persevere. My one word for 2016. Don’t give up. Stay the course. Even when I don’t like it or understand it. Especially when I don’t know what it is.
Like this week. Van, my husband, was in the hospital to have his thyroid removed due to thyroid cancer. The doctors seem to think this is no big deal. Survival rate is 99%. But during the surgery, they decided the lymph nodes look suspicious–the first place the cancer would spread. In addition to the thyroid, they removed some of his lymph nodes. Those will be biopsied, but we won’t know anything about the results for a week. And the doctor again seemed unconcerned. So I remember the plan, persevere, and I start with P.
Praise God at all times.
In the good and the bad. In the valley and on the mountain peak. Praise Him for
- Who He is.
- His love, mercy, and grace.
- His kindness, faithfulness, and goodness.
- Because He’s holy and sovereign.
Praise without ceasing and in all circumstances. Even when the tears silently slip down my face while I sit in the hospital lobby, checking the board for Van’s number and progress. When I contemplate what life would be like to not have Van by my side. I look at the clock and wonder when the doctor will see me. What he’ll say. And when he tells me he cut out some of the lymph nodes, but that doesn’t mean there’s really anything to worry about, I think of the reassurances before my daughter’s last surgery. The one that was supposed to prevent more infections. They waited until there was no more infection. Ten days later, she was in heaven with Jesus. More tears leak.
So I need to praise. Praise in all circumstances.
Even through the tears, I praise. Because I trust Him. He is my God. His ways are not my ways; His thoughts are not my thoughts. His ways are higher than my ways; His thoughts are higher than my thoughts.
I remember that He catches my tears in a bottle. He cares about me and Van. His plan is always for good.
I praise and so I persevere.