Reeling

I'd been expecting the phone call this past Friday evening, but not the news I heard on the other end, hundreds of miles away. It was my dad, telling me he'd just been diagnosed with a rare and aggressive form of cancer that is infiltrating his bones. Treatment began immediately.

It sounds so cliche to say most of us think something like this will never happen in our own family. I understand that. Just a couple short weeks ago, I would never have predicted we'd be facing cancer square in the face. We were given a little warning, after all--though it was the kind I didn't think too much about because originally it was a pretty positive prognosis.

But now . . . I'm reeling--there's just no other way to say it. We'd greatly appreciate your prayers for our family at this time. And I can tell you, Thanksgiving will taste a little different this year.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." Psalm 91:1-2