His mercies truly are new every morning

I’m thankful I had certain morning habits in place before my most recent diagnosis.

It’s an interesting thing indeed to be faced with your own mortality when outwardly you look just fine and unless you tell people, no one knows you’re sick. In some ways I feel as if I am being given a gift. I have time to reflect, to think about the “what ifs” and the “what could have beens” and put them in their places. I get to decide how they will define me today and how they will define me in the future.

It’s heavy right now. I walk every morning for one hour. It’s one of those morning habits for which I am so thankful. This morning as I walk, I hear the birds chirping, and I ask myself, “Will I be able to do this in six months? In a year? Will I be here to do this in 5 years? Will I even be here at all 10 years from now?”

So many questions. So few answers. And yet, on this beautiful spring morning, I will continue to choose to embrace these lyrics, “I believe that I will see the goodness of the Lord. I’m confident as seasons change Your faithfulness remains.”