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It's late Monday and I'm supposed to be writing this blog for Faith, Friends and Chocolate. But the words aren't coming.
My sister called a couple hours ago. Our brother’s cancer is back. We don’t know how bad yet; all we know is that he will have a seven-week course of chemo. Five days a week for seven hours a day, two weeks off. Repeat twice.
So my brain isn’t really too focused on writing.
There’s a lot not going my way right now. I didn’t get to go to the beach this year, for the second year in a row. Work I had gotten rid of was dumped back on me. The contract for my third book is not coming as fast as I would like. School starts in a couple weeks, which means I will have to get up way too early. Perhaps worst of all, tonight is the last new Major Crimes episode until November.
OK, I'm getting silly. Most of these are minor, first-world problems. I know that. And I have many, many blessings. I have four healthy children. We have no money problems (at the moment). We have food, shelter, reliable cars. Sunday was my anniversary—I have been married to my wonderful husband for thirty-two years. For a present I asked him for tickets to the Chicago/Earth Wind & Fire concert this Friday. (Yes, I know, I'm dating myself. Hush.) Now, if I had bought them, I'd have gotten the $25 lawn seats. He bought me VIP box tickets.
Even in my brother’s situation, it’s the 21st century, not a hundred or two hundred or even fifty years ago. He lives in a major city and will be treated in one of the best hospitals. And despite my feelings about the Affordable Care Act and the fact that I now pay ridiculously more than I used to, he now has health insurance when a couple years ago he didn’t.
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There are spiritual issues at stake here as well. So it’s time for me to begin trusting God a little more, following Him more closely. Praying more. I’ve been a little lax. I should be praying fervently every day, but I admit that is one of my weaknesses.
It’s the valleys that draw us near, and while I've skirted around some lately, no one’s life—spiritual or otherwise—was on the line. It was only my own comfort, more or less, or at least something I could ignore for a while.
That’s no longer the case.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. ~Philippians 4:6-7 ESV
Carole Towriss grew up in beautiful San Diego, California. Now she and her husband live just north of Washington, DC. In between making tacos and telling her four children to pick up their shoes for the third time, she reads, watches chick flicks, writes and waits for summertime to return to the beach. You can find her at www.CaroleTowriss.com.