Hello!
I know it's been a while since I've passed along an update so I wanted to send one briefly.
Yesterday I had a scan which is supposed to be used as a baseline. Meaning, if the bloodwork I have over the years ever shows a spike, they'd do a scan and compare it to the one I had yesterday. I was admittedly a little nervous, as the past few months tests kept showing showing things no one expected to see (i.e., more cancer). So I was thrilled to get the results that everything is totally normal. Praise God!
Unfortunately my body did not take kindly to the meds I had to drink before the test and yesterday afternoon/evening was incredibly rough...chills, temperature, vomiting,etc. The nurse I spoke to said she's not sure why they made me drink so much of the medicine (4 bottles) as the the most she's every heard anyone having to drink is 2.5. Needless to say my body freaked out. I'm getting ready to try food again in a few minutes so I hope it stays with me.
I am still waiting to get the genetic test results, which is of course a big deal. As I am still thrilled chemo is done, I'm not ready to say that my body has rebounded significantly yet. I usually have a part during the day that I feel somewhat ok and a part during the day that I feel yucky. I will only commit to two things/day which is often the max I can do, and occasionally I can't make it to two. The recovery process will be slow but I refuse to complain about any week that is not a chemo week.
Thanks for your continued prayers for my recovery. And of course I'd appreciate continued prayers that the genetic test results are negative. Off to try some food. Hopefully it'll go well! :)
Kathy
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Update 4.12
Hi!
It's been a couple weeks since I've updated you so decided I wanted to write briefly.
As expected the chemo 2 weeks ago completely knocked me out. It took a long, long time to bounce back even a little so I couldn't have the second chemo. Therefore, I have (hopefully!!) had my last chemo. Woohoo!! I went in today for bloodwork to get clearance to be out and around in the world again and around germs. Thankfully I for the most part fall in the normal range and therefore I was just cleared by my nurse to do something very important: get a manicure and pedicure!!! I can't wait!!
So what does it look like from here?
1. Next week I get a scan which will serve as a baseline for future testing. I will get bloodwork done every 3 months and if an issue surfaces in the bloodwork they will do a scan to compare it to the one I get next week to see if anything shows up.
2. It has been three weeks since my blood was taken for the genetic testing. Good news is that my insurance has agreed to help pay for part of it. Bad news is that I qualify to have it paid for which means there's enough history in my family that they think I might have a genetic cause to these cancers. The result of these tests have a HUGE impact on my future and are very daunting to me. Should hear back in the next week or two.
3. Slow recovery. Every day is different. I will have pain in my abdomen and leg for 3 more months and fatigue is a huge issue. It is difficult for me to do anything before noon. And afternoons/evenings vary. Yesterday was (for me) pretty decent. Today however even the thought of moving from the couch causes my body to hurt.
Thanks for taking this journey with me. I'll keep you updated, especially on the scan and genetic testing. Additionally today I am mindful of a few friends I've met at chemo who I saw today at bloodwork. Three specifically that I've seen multiple times. Charlie is an older gentlemen who had to go to the hospital this week because his body was having a rough time. He and his daughter have crossed my path multiple times and he has a great smile. Ryan is a young guy in his second round of chemo. Though initially he was given a 90% chance of a cure, his first round of chemo failed and unfortunately he fell into 10% that didn't get the cure the first time around. Today I got to meet his wife as they headed in for chemo; I sympathize with how terrible this week will be for him and really want this second time to be the cure for him. Sue, a friend of Molly's, has also been in the chemo room with me; her husband has bought lunch for Molly and I more than once. I tear up as I feel so empathetic toward them and pray for their comfort and cure. While I'm hoping to never enter that chemo room again, my heart is with my friends who are there today and I'd love for you to pray for them too.
Love,
Kathy
It's been a couple weeks since I've updated you so decided I wanted to write briefly.
As expected the chemo 2 weeks ago completely knocked me out. It took a long, long time to bounce back even a little so I couldn't have the second chemo. Therefore, I have (hopefully!!) had my last chemo. Woohoo!! I went in today for bloodwork to get clearance to be out and around in the world again and around germs. Thankfully I for the most part fall in the normal range and therefore I was just cleared by my nurse to do something very important: get a manicure and pedicure!!! I can't wait!!
So what does it look like from here?
1. Next week I get a scan which will serve as a baseline for future testing. I will get bloodwork done every 3 months and if an issue surfaces in the bloodwork they will do a scan to compare it to the one I get next week to see if anything shows up.
2. It has been three weeks since my blood was taken for the genetic testing. Good news is that my insurance has agreed to help pay for part of it. Bad news is that I qualify to have it paid for which means there's enough history in my family that they think I might have a genetic cause to these cancers. The result of these tests have a HUGE impact on my future and are very daunting to me. Should hear back in the next week or two.
3. Slow recovery. Every day is different. I will have pain in my abdomen and leg for 3 more months and fatigue is a huge issue. It is difficult for me to do anything before noon. And afternoons/evenings vary. Yesterday was (for me) pretty decent. Today however even the thought of moving from the couch causes my body to hurt.
Thanks for taking this journey with me. I'll keep you updated, especially on the scan and genetic testing. Additionally today I am mindful of a few friends I've met at chemo who I saw today at bloodwork. Three specifically that I've seen multiple times. Charlie is an older gentlemen who had to go to the hospital this week because his body was having a rough time. He and his daughter have crossed my path multiple times and he has a great smile. Ryan is a young guy in his second round of chemo. Though initially he was given a 90% chance of a cure, his first round of chemo failed and unfortunately he fell into 10% that didn't get the cure the first time around. Today I got to meet his wife as they headed in for chemo; I sympathize with how terrible this week will be for him and really want this second time to be the cure for him. Sue, a friend of Molly's, has also been in the chemo room with me; her husband has bought lunch for Molly and I more than once. I tear up as I feel so empathetic toward them and pray for their comfort and cure. While I'm hoping to never enter that chemo room again, my heart is with my friends who are there today and I'd love for you to pray for them too.
Love,
Kathy
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter
Been a rough week here with chemo. Still hurting and haven't turned the corner yet. Glad it was the last chemo. A couple months ago I was asked to write a "what Easter means to me in this season of life" article for our church magazine. Thought I'd share it with you...
Cancer. Not a word any of us are interested in hearing. And certainly not a word I wanted or expected to hear after surgery a few months ago. That word started a journey into two more surgeries, two separate cancer diagnoses, the beginning of a chemotherapy more wretched than I can describe, and an end to some long-time dreams.
Yet when asked to write about what Easter means to me in this season in my life, I paused. Because in the deepest sense, even with my deplorable year so far, it means exactly the same thing to me this year as it did last year. The cross and resurrection of Jesus Christ are not just some long ago event that gave me a “get out of hell free card” that I packed away and plan to use someday. It’s what gave me Jesus, my favorite Person I’ve ever met. Easter is the place where Jesus purchased for me every amount of love and security I’ll ever need. It’s the place I turn for forgiveness and perspective when I daily run away to other places to look for the love and security I already have. It’s the place that lifted the weight of sin, fear, and despair from my shoulders and gave me instead freedom and peace. It’s the hope I have in death and the reason I want to know and serve Him. Easter is no different for me this year than last; it was and still is everything to me.
Admittedly though, experiences like cancer put us in a unique position to see things about Jesus that we might have missed otherwise. And that has been the case for me. It’s a position of suffering I wouldn’t have chosen and I pray ends soon. But it’s let me see Him a little more clearly and experience a tad more fully that which used to be just truths I’d read. For example…
I cannot believe Jesus stayed on the cross. I guarantee you I wouldn’t have. Only 24 hours into my first chemo as I lay in my bed in tears and “I feel like I’m dying” type of pain, all I wanted was out. And if given any option out I would’ve taken it. Jesus endured for hours, not just a physical pain more intense than mine, but the pain of the wrath of God. And He did not take the option of getting down from the cross. He didn’t bail on God’s glory or His followers. My heart almost stops as it considers the magnitude of His endurance in a new way. And it makes me wonder why I ever worry. If He didn’t bail on me then, there’s no way He’s bailing on me now… or ever.
I cannot fathom the power of the resurrection, the death it conquered, and the life it brought. I tear up as I call to mind the chemo room. Though the nurses are as kind and encouraging as you will find anywhere and admittedly some patients will be cured, nothing can hide all the death that room sees. Death of healthy white blood cells along with the cancer cells. Death of dreams. Death of physical comfort. Fear of losing ones you love. Tears of hopelessness as death nears. From the family member on the cell phone crying over the one they are losing, to the look of terror and disbelief in the eyes of a first-timer, to my friend who drove me to chemo this week and looked at me in tears and said, “I don’t know how you come here each week”, no one can measure the pain of the hundreds who walk in those doors each week. Yet in the course of the few days of Easter Jesus accomplished what doctors and nurses for centuries have tried to mimic: He destroyed death. Meditate on that. Jesus destroyed death.
As I meditate on that sentence, my mind and heart can only barely begin to apprehend Jesus’ power. My heart further kneels in humility before Him and melts with gratefulness that He stayed on the cross to exercise His power for me. For without Him…without Easter the chemo room wins. Death wins. Despair wins. Hopelessness wins. But because of and in Him eternal life triumphs over eternal death. Joy obliterates despair. Faith overcomes hopelessness. And another glimpse of Him here and the hope of gazing at Him in eternity reminds me why Easter did and still does mean everything to me.
Cancer. Not a word any of us are interested in hearing. And certainly not a word I wanted or expected to hear after surgery a few months ago. That word started a journey into two more surgeries, two separate cancer diagnoses, the beginning of a chemotherapy more wretched than I can describe, and an end to some long-time dreams.
Yet when asked to write about what Easter means to me in this season in my life, I paused. Because in the deepest sense, even with my deplorable year so far, it means exactly the same thing to me this year as it did last year. The cross and resurrection of Jesus Christ are not just some long ago event that gave me a “get out of hell free card” that I packed away and plan to use someday. It’s what gave me Jesus, my favorite Person I’ve ever met. Easter is the place where Jesus purchased for me every amount of love and security I’ll ever need. It’s the place I turn for forgiveness and perspective when I daily run away to other places to look for the love and security I already have. It’s the place that lifted the weight of sin, fear, and despair from my shoulders and gave me instead freedom and peace. It’s the hope I have in death and the reason I want to know and serve Him. Easter is no different for me this year than last; it was and still is everything to me.
Admittedly though, experiences like cancer put us in a unique position to see things about Jesus that we might have missed otherwise. And that has been the case for me. It’s a position of suffering I wouldn’t have chosen and I pray ends soon. But it’s let me see Him a little more clearly and experience a tad more fully that which used to be just truths I’d read. For example…
I cannot believe Jesus stayed on the cross. I guarantee you I wouldn’t have. Only 24 hours into my first chemo as I lay in my bed in tears and “I feel like I’m dying” type of pain, all I wanted was out. And if given any option out I would’ve taken it. Jesus endured for hours, not just a physical pain more intense than mine, but the pain of the wrath of God. And He did not take the option of getting down from the cross. He didn’t bail on God’s glory or His followers. My heart almost stops as it considers the magnitude of His endurance in a new way. And it makes me wonder why I ever worry. If He didn’t bail on me then, there’s no way He’s bailing on me now… or ever.
I cannot fathom the power of the resurrection, the death it conquered, and the life it brought. I tear up as I call to mind the chemo room. Though the nurses are as kind and encouraging as you will find anywhere and admittedly some patients will be cured, nothing can hide all the death that room sees. Death of healthy white blood cells along with the cancer cells. Death of dreams. Death of physical comfort. Fear of losing ones you love. Tears of hopelessness as death nears. From the family member on the cell phone crying over the one they are losing, to the look of terror and disbelief in the eyes of a first-timer, to my friend who drove me to chemo this week and looked at me in tears and said, “I don’t know how you come here each week”, no one can measure the pain of the hundreds who walk in those doors each week. Yet in the course of the few days of Easter Jesus accomplished what doctors and nurses for centuries have tried to mimic: He destroyed death. Meditate on that. Jesus destroyed death.
As I meditate on that sentence, my mind and heart can only barely begin to apprehend Jesus’ power. My heart further kneels in humility before Him and melts with gratefulness that He stayed on the cross to exercise His power for me. For without Him…without Easter the chemo room wins. Death wins. Despair wins. Hopelessness wins. But because of and in Him eternal life triumphs over eternal death. Joy obliterates despair. Faith overcomes hopelessness. And another glimpse of Him here and the hope of gazing at Him in eternity reminds me why Easter did and still does mean everything to me.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Update 3.25
Hi!!
Just sending a quick update. I had full chemo on March 8 but had to skip it again on March 15 because my counts were too low again. This week has been the scheduled non-chemo week. It's been nice to get out a time or two a day, though I admit I think I have pushed it a little too far and my body is letting me know it. I haven't left the house today to let my body recover a little.
I saw the genetic specialist on Monday. Unfortunately there is enough cancer on both sides of my family that there is a 10-20% chance there was a genetic cause to my ovarian cancer and a 10-20% chance there was a genetic cause to my uterine cancer. That means I have to get genetic tests for both. I had the blood taken Monday and will hear back in probably 3-4 weeks. A positive result on either would mean further testing for my family to see if they have the gene as well as bad news for me: such as an incredibly high, like 85% chance, of cancer for me again in my life time. We'd have to discuss significant preventative matters. Therefore, I'd really appreciate the prayers that both genetic tests (and any additional ones I may take after these come back) would be negative!!
This Monday, March 28, starts the 4th cycle of chemo. I'll have chemo the 28th and April 5th and then (hopefully!) be done with chemo.
As always, thanks SO much for the prayers. And may I say a special thanks to Annalise Dansby. She is two and a half years old and prays for me every night. Not only that but every time I see her she (unprompted by her parents) asks me how my body is feeling or tells me that she's praying for my body to feel better. I know she's not the only child praying for me so please (even though some of them can't read yet) let them know how much I appreciate it.
Love,
Kathy
Just sending a quick update. I had full chemo on March 8 but had to skip it again on March 15 because my counts were too low again. This week has been the scheduled non-chemo week. It's been nice to get out a time or two a day, though I admit I think I have pushed it a little too far and my body is letting me know it. I haven't left the house today to let my body recover a little.
I saw the genetic specialist on Monday. Unfortunately there is enough cancer on both sides of my family that there is a 10-20% chance there was a genetic cause to my ovarian cancer and a 10-20% chance there was a genetic cause to my uterine cancer. That means I have to get genetic tests for both. I had the blood taken Monday and will hear back in probably 3-4 weeks. A positive result on either would mean further testing for my family to see if they have the gene as well as bad news for me: such as an incredibly high, like 85% chance, of cancer for me again in my life time. We'd have to discuss significant preventative matters. Therefore, I'd really appreciate the prayers that both genetic tests (and any additional ones I may take after these come back) would be negative!!
This Monday, March 28, starts the 4th cycle of chemo. I'll have chemo the 28th and April 5th and then (hopefully!) be done with chemo.
As always, thanks SO much for the prayers. And may I say a special thanks to Annalise Dansby. She is two and a half years old and prays for me every night. Not only that but every time I see her she (unprompted by her parents) asks me how my body is feeling or tells me that she's praying for my body to feel better. I know she's not the only child praying for me so please (even though some of them can't read yet) let them know how much I appreciate it.
Love,
Kathy
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Hannah's Faith
During chemo I often wake up between 10 and 11 and mornings are really hard for me. So when Joy told me that her daughter’s (Hannah) baptism was at 9am at their church (about 40 minutes from my house) I knew it was next to impossible that I could go, regardless of how much I wanted to. In “normal” life you just push through and do what you want to do but not in “chemo” life; there’s no “pushing through” the fatigue and pain.
Due to my sleeping habits of late, when I woke up at 7:30am on Sunday I was shocked. I ran to take a shower, half expecting my body to crash and force me back into bed. But it didn’t and I made it to Hannah’s baptism! (I of course left right after the baptism to come home and rest but at least I made it).
Upon arriving at the church, I immediately began looking for Hannah, who is 5 years old. Obviously I had gone to be there for her big day. Yet the first thing she said to me was “How are you feeling?” Also I wanted to get her something for her baptism so I gave a verse of Scripture to be translated in her honor. (I love giving to Bible translation and I often give to the Ning people on oneverse.org to help the Bible be translated in their language.) I wasn’t sure if she’d understand the gift and I was even more unsure if she’d like it. But I did it anyway. Joy helped explain to her that the gift I’d given in her honor was helping a child in Africa have God’s Word. Hannah’s response: she said it was the best gift anyone had ever given to her. I love it when kids get the simplicity and significance of God. And it might not surprise you to learn that Hannah’s middle name is Faith.
Due to my sleeping habits of late, when I woke up at 7:30am on Sunday I was shocked. I ran to take a shower, half expecting my body to crash and force me back into bed. But it didn’t and I made it to Hannah’s baptism! (I of course left right after the baptism to come home and rest but at least I made it).
Upon arriving at the church, I immediately began looking for Hannah, who is 5 years old. Obviously I had gone to be there for her big day. Yet the first thing she said to me was “How are you feeling?” Also I wanted to get her something for her baptism so I gave a verse of Scripture to be translated in her honor. (I love giving to Bible translation and I often give to the Ning people on oneverse.org to help the Bible be translated in their language.) I wasn’t sure if she’d understand the gift and I was even more unsure if she’d like it. But I did it anyway. Joy helped explain to her that the gift I’d given in her honor was helping a child in Africa have God’s Word. Hannah’s response: she said it was the best gift anyone had ever given to her. I love it when kids get the simplicity and significance of God. And it might not surprise you to learn that Hannah’s middle name is Faith.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Update 3.14
Hi!
Thanks for your prayers this week! It has definitely been the best of the three weeks when I've gotten both the Carboplatin and Gemzar. It's still been miserable but slightly less than the other two times. I head back in tomorrow (Monday) for the just Gemzar treatment. For many the "just Gemzar" treatment isn't too bad but my body doesn't like the "just Gemzar" weeks either so I know it'll be another hard week.
Last Monday I did have an appointment with my doctor Kent and got some questions answered. I will not have to make up the treatment that I had to miss because my white blood counts were too low; needless to say, Kent is now my favorite person on the planet! I had a couple questions about symptoms I'm experiencing (hair gradually shedding, significant fatigue, and super-hungry on non-chemo weeks) which he said are totally normal; the fatigue could easily least 6+ months after treatment ends and people can easily gain weight on chemo because of the significant hunger on non-chemo weeks (every two hours I could eat an entire cow!). I asked if we could tell yet if the treatments are helping and he said that we'd only know that over the long-term. Meaning, the blood tests to measure my cancer, even at the time of surgery when we know I had cancer, were just on the high side of the normal range. After treatment I will just have to go back in periodically to see if the numbers increase; if they do, that's a sign the cancer is still there. Obviously we'll hope and pray they don't.
This week has been significantly frustrating for me mentally and emotionally...really wanting to feel ok and be able to get out of the house or have a normal conversation. Yet I am often too fatigued to have a normal conversation and getting out of the house is hard physically. Plus the nausea meds (which I need for the nausea) make me feel bad physically. I would really appreciate your prayers for me not just physically this week but mentally and emotionally, especially because my counts will be really low this week so I'll be on germ restriction as well. One praise...I was able to sneak into the church and make it to my friends' Maggie and Mark's wedding on Saturday! I'd had a rough time late Friday night and Saturday morning so didn't know if I'd get to go but ran up there for an hour and was thrilled to celebrate with them!
Thanks, thanks for all the support and prayers!
Love,
Kathy
Thanks for your prayers this week! It has definitely been the best of the three weeks when I've gotten both the Carboplatin and Gemzar. It's still been miserable but slightly less than the other two times. I head back in tomorrow (Monday) for the just Gemzar treatment. For many the "just Gemzar" treatment isn't too bad but my body doesn't like the "just Gemzar" weeks either so I know it'll be another hard week.
Last Monday I did have an appointment with my doctor Kent and got some questions answered. I will not have to make up the treatment that I had to miss because my white blood counts were too low; needless to say, Kent is now my favorite person on the planet! I had a couple questions about symptoms I'm experiencing (hair gradually shedding, significant fatigue, and super-hungry on non-chemo weeks) which he said are totally normal; the fatigue could easily least 6+ months after treatment ends and people can easily gain weight on chemo because of the significant hunger on non-chemo weeks (every two hours I could eat an entire cow!). I asked if we could tell yet if the treatments are helping and he said that we'd only know that over the long-term. Meaning, the blood tests to measure my cancer, even at the time of surgery when we know I had cancer, were just on the high side of the normal range. After treatment I will just have to go back in periodically to see if the numbers increase; if they do, that's a sign the cancer is still there. Obviously we'll hope and pray they don't.
This week has been significantly frustrating for me mentally and emotionally...really wanting to feel ok and be able to get out of the house or have a normal conversation. Yet I am often too fatigued to have a normal conversation and getting out of the house is hard physically. Plus the nausea meds (which I need for the nausea) make me feel bad physically. I would really appreciate your prayers for me not just physically this week but mentally and emotionally, especially because my counts will be really low this week so I'll be on germ restriction as well. One praise...I was able to sneak into the church and make it to my friends' Maggie and Mark's wedding on Saturday! I'd had a rough time late Friday night and Saturday morning so didn't know if I'd get to go but ran up there for an hour and was thrilled to celebrate with them!
Thanks, thanks for all the support and prayers!
Love,
Kathy
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Update 3.7
Hi!!
Thanks so much to all of you for the encouragement and prayers. Until now I have never been in a place in my life where I felt like my life literally depended on people's prayers so I value them more than you know.
Just wanted to send a quick update. It has been incredibly nice to have a two week break from chemo. And yet it has also been a reality check as to how long this recovery will really take. Even after a two week break I get incredibly tired very quickly and can only be out of the house a couple hours before I need to rest. I usually need to rest for twice the number of hours that I was out of the house. So even when chemo is done you all are not allowed to stop praying for a really long time! :)
I head into cycle 3 of chemo tomorrow (each cycle includes two Mondays of chemo and then a week off). That means I have wretched chemo tomorrow. Hopefully I'll need only 4 cycles so this is the halfway mark. I'll be meeting with Kent (my doctor) as well so I will get to ask questions about how things are looking and if I'll need a shot to help boost my white blood count. His pathology report from his surgery looked great! However, it is really, really important that the cancer not recur in the first year so we're definitely praying for that.
I must admit that my my exhaustion and pain still overwhelm me at times and I wonder when my body will ever feel normal again. This morning I kinda wanted to crawl into a hole but made myself go to church. Because of the pain and my white blood count I rarely get to go to church and more than anything I miss the corporate singing. So I figured I'd go for the singing and stay as long as my body would let me. Early this morning while looking at the week ahead I prayed, "God, I need a little something extra to make it." One of the songs we sang at church was based off of Isaiah 40:
28 Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable.
29 He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
30 Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
31 but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
Thankfully He has all the extra I need.
Love,
Kathy
Thanks so much to all of you for the encouragement and prayers. Until now I have never been in a place in my life where I felt like my life literally depended on people's prayers so I value them more than you know.
Just wanted to send a quick update. It has been incredibly nice to have a two week break from chemo. And yet it has also been a reality check as to how long this recovery will really take. Even after a two week break I get incredibly tired very quickly and can only be out of the house a couple hours before I need to rest. I usually need to rest for twice the number of hours that I was out of the house. So even when chemo is done you all are not allowed to stop praying for a really long time! :)
I head into cycle 3 of chemo tomorrow (each cycle includes two Mondays of chemo and then a week off). That means I have wretched chemo tomorrow. Hopefully I'll need only 4 cycles so this is the halfway mark. I'll be meeting with Kent (my doctor) as well so I will get to ask questions about how things are looking and if I'll need a shot to help boost my white blood count. His pathology report from his surgery looked great! However, it is really, really important that the cancer not recur in the first year so we're definitely praying for that.
I must admit that my my exhaustion and pain still overwhelm me at times and I wonder when my body will ever feel normal again. This morning I kinda wanted to crawl into a hole but made myself go to church. Because of the pain and my white blood count I rarely get to go to church and more than anything I miss the corporate singing. So I figured I'd go for the singing and stay as long as my body would let me. Early this morning while looking at the week ahead I prayed, "God, I need a little something extra to make it." One of the songs we sang at church was based off of Isaiah 40:
28 Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable.
29 He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
30 Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
31 but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
Thankfully He has all the extra I need.
Love,
Kathy
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