Thanksgiving Morning 2009

I'm sitting in my living room looking out at the mountains. Several years ago I stenciled on the cornice boxes atop my windows the following "I lift up my eyes to the mountains: Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1&2. Through the years during difficult times this verse has lifted me out of despair as I realize over and over again that my help doesn't come from within myself, but from the Creator of the mountains. Never has this verse been more poignant then this morning.
It is difficult to take this all in. Just a few days ago I was going about the business of life, doing some projects in the house, planning a Thanksgiving meal, starting to think about Christmas and getting excited that Kevin would be home. Now, it feels like everything has stopped. Or maybe more, everything has slowed down. Priorities shifted. Plans changed (don't think I will be taking a girls trip to Miami the first week of February). Decisions now need to be made about things we don't understand, not things like what color do I paint the cabinets or if I'm only going to buy one winter coat should it be black or can it be a more fun color.
What I do know - I have lung cancer but that cancer is up against a huge fighter - me. There are literally people praying for me all over the world and I cannot even begin to express my gratitude for these petitions. I love my life! I love my husband, my boys, my family and friends and I plan to enjoy them all for years to come. Please ask God to make that possible for me.
So many people have offered help and love. I will probably need to call in those promises from many of you over the next few months. Thank you for willingness to walk beside us.