Facts and Truths
Yesterday, when I sat down to write and pray, I did what I always do: write the date. August 1, 2023. I knew immediately what Wednesday, August 2, 2023 would represent. Seven years since the diagnosis of breast cancer marched into my ears, as if it was going to take up permanent residence. It was not. There are some things that chemotherapy snatched away from my memories--but that day feels as if it is grounded in concrete with rebar. After my physician, Dr. Sheffield, came into the room and gave me those words--I was not even sure I heard her correctly. But I mentally shook myself alert as the facts sank in. I almost typed the word "truth sank in", but the truth is--the TRUTH had already sank in--years before. These were simply some current facts of life. The TRUTH was and is-- I am fearfully and wonderfully made-- and no weapon formed against me shall prosper. These are truths that had so knitted themselves into my soul that even this morning as I type them--I am