Rather than be filled with fear, I want to hide in the cleft of the Rock, I want to take shelter beneath His wings, I want to run to Him to make Him my strong tower, my fortress. How do I do that?
Then life drastically changed, seemingly overnight. For us it changed in ways we could never have anticipated. The virus seemed so blown out of proportion. So far off. And then it suddenly wasn't. But we have so much to be grateful for.
"I am writing all of this in response to the Coronavirus, dear friend, which is currently rampaging the globe, and has now sprung up in our very own city of San Antonio, TX."
See, suffering for me is not a matter of fairness, but rather an honor. God has chosen me for the difficult mission. The dangerous one. The one with great glory and reward and joy at the end. (Even though I want all glory to go to Him because He deserves it!) "For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison." (2 Corinthians 4:17)
A poem about the diagnosis that changed everything.
Another poem about that one word.
Strands of keratin. They slide between my fingers and I think-- Where were we, Love, when this small space at the end of the lengths were new, emerging like buds of Spring from scalp and skin?