Handprints on my Heart

I will have my second surgery at 8am tomorrow morning. I am dreading it, but ready to get it over with. Prayer request for clean margins so that I can avoid round 3. Maybe they will be sick of my pre and post surgery antics of whining and passing out and they won’t allow me back.  Y’all it is quite the scene. Lol!

I went to get the mail today and ended up stopping at my car when I saw something in the stack. I pulled out the envelope and started sobbing.  I saw the sweetest handprints from the cruisers that I help watch during the 9am church service at Port City.  They were on the front as well. 

While these babies have no idea what cancer is or why they were getting inked up, it was the thought behind his card that meant the world to me.  One thing this all has taught me is the deep impact my friendships near and far have made on heart. The outpouring of love and support has been overwhelming. It is driving me forward each day. When night falls and the daily tasks of the day have stopped, I struggle in my thoughts and fears that this diagnosis has caused. I find myself starting to cry, and I just take a minute to let the tears fall. Then I think of all the people in my life who are supporting and praying for me, and I pull myself together.  I end my night in prayer, which always includes how grateful I am for each of you in my life. Without your kind words and acts of kindness, I wouldn’t be able to walk this journey. For all the countless prayers you have lifted for me tonight I want to lift one for each of you.

May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you; May the Lord lift his countenance upon you, and give you peace.  Numbers 6: 24-26

All my Love….live each day big, for you never know what tomorrow holds.

Rachel