The Scare; Finding Peace

It rained all day yesterday.
My hubby took the day off of work to take me to my doctor appointment, the one for the breast exam.  I told him I could’ve went on my own, but he knew better.  I needed him there with me.

My mom watched the kids, and for that I’m so thankful, since it ended up being a whole day ordeal.

As we left for the doctor and made it about half a mile down the road, I remarked that it rained just like this, the morning of our wedding day.
That made me begin reminiscing all of our days together.  We married young.

While I’ve been waiting to get my test and results and just embrace whatever stage I’m in, I questioned one thing.

Was I satisfied with our days together? Was he? Was I a worthy wife to this man who loves me so deeply?

I felt at peace knowing that yes, I was very satisfied with our relationship.  Even though the toughest of tough days, horrible days, hopefully unlike many of you have ever had to face, I was satisfied knowing he was on my team.
I use the “leave it better than you found it rule” everywhere, even in my relationships.  I don’t always succeed, but I do give it an honest effort and pray through the ones I’m struggling with.

I decided over the weekend that yes, I could leave my family now, knowing they were better than when I found them.

I heard my oldest daughter singing hymns and worship music multiple times last week.  I saw my youngest (2) praying for her meals and shouting “GOD MADE ME!” to anyone who would listen.  I witnessed my son, our middle child,  practicing communion and mentioning that he was the man of the house when dad was at work.  He prayed for selfless things that most kids his age would never think of. I felt as if they were each mature for their age and stage, and that they were doing things that would glorify God.

I was at peace.

Then I learned that my breast tissue was healthy, and that I needn’t worry.

Which means I get to keep teaching my children, my husband, myself, and everyone else about God’s good news.

I am still waiting for the results from one more test.  I’m hopeful that will turn out just fine also.  The doc didn’t seem concerned, so unless the test comes in and tells me otherwise, I’m claiming I’m healed, in Jesus’ holy and life giving name!