Be normal

Wow! I thought you guys had a lot of funny jokes about me getting old, but the jokes I've heard about my experience yesterday really BLEW me away. But I must say, I love it! Please keep making me laugh. I've gotten enough of those poor, pitiful looks. I can't take it. I will never forget walking into church after getting the "big c" diagnosis. It was Christmas eve, as a matter of fact, and we were late of course. I looked around and everyone, and I mean everyone, had the worst expressions on their faces I have ever seen. I wanted to run out. When I fussed at some of you later you said they weren't looks of pity, but just concern. I understand that I guess, but I need you to just be normal. I know that's hard because I picked you to be my friend because you aren't normal. You know that right? Just smile at me and be your normal aggravating, silly, sarcastic, harassing, hilarious self. OK? And if you even think for a second that I'm not going to be around 50 years from now to do the same thing to you- you are wrong.

So Maybe I've had a few doubts and some times of fear, and shed buckets full of tears. I've considered just staying in bed and feeling sorry for myself for a few days. I think about losing it and doing something crazy, like ramming my shopping cart into your car. Perhaps I could even be teetering on the edge of a tiny break down. But I have never, ever doubted that I made the right choice the day I turned my life over to Jesus Christ. I just can't imagine and don't want to imagine going through life without Him. I am so thankful for the strength that He's giving me each day. He keeps me out of bed and off the ledge. He holds me together, gives me courage, calms my nerves, dries my eyes and protects your car.

Psalm 73:26- My flesh and my heart faileth; but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever.