The Hardest Thing

I have not blogged for awhile. I have been busy with the grandchildren. We had those terrible storms and our power was out for awhile. Then our computer had a virus. Then I haven't felt very good for a few weeks. How many more excuses do I need to give? I believe God has really been dealing with me about some things...may be part of my lack of motivation to blog.(:-)

I continue to get good reports from the doctors. They say the tumor is still there, but they are very positive about its not growing ANY. PTL! And for good doctors too!
I know the best medicine comes from the Holy Spirit. I continue to believe that God will heal me in His time. I have been reading a little book by Watchman Nee called Let Us Pray. He discusses the importance of effective prayer. That being that we pray according to God's will. He says that "prayer in sympathy with God (according to His will) is more vital than any other thing! For God can only work in matters for which His children have shown sympathy...Prayer with joined wills is real prayer. The highest motive of prayer is not in having it answered. It is to join man's will with God so that He may be able to work." This is where I want to be.
God's word admonishes us to give thanks in all things. I am not sure I am to that point yet. I her book From Moab to Bethlehem, Cynthia Shoemaker asks, "How often do we despise affliction and pain? Personally I'd say, EVERY TIME. Yet, it may be the very thing the Lord uses to glorify Himself in our lives and set us in a never-imagined place of honor. When we see the plan of God unfold and understand how that despised experience was used for good, I believe praise will fill our hearts in a place we never thought it could.

We are given breath each day so we can praise the King of Kings--even when we can't understand our painful circumstances--not to waste it on complaining."
About her experience she writes, "He (God) didn't deliver me in a dramatic healing event, but He began to unfold His will and His Word before my weak, trembling soul. He gave me a desire for His presence that reached far deeper than my desire for healing. He put a thirst for His Word in me that exceeded my thirst for physical strength. The Living Word became living and active in me, and I am forever hooked. And that's a reason for gratitude. That's an 'all things working for good' kind of deal, a momentary affliction working out an eternal weight of glory, a reason to join the Psalmist in saying, 'It was good that I was afflicted...'

Sometimes the hardest things turn out to be the best things."
I can without a doubt say this has been the hardest thing. But I'm not to "the best thing" yet! Thank you all for your continued prayers. Were it not for them I would have already fallen off the wagon!!