Sometimes a Light Surprises


Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; 
It is the Lord who rises With healing in His wings...

These words were running through my mind this morning, and I thought, "How perfectly fitting for my next blog entry"--which, for quite some time, I have been trying to decide how to write.

Thanks be to God who gives light for our paths! He answers prayers, and I want to thank you, my friends, for praying.

God has been gracious to give me continued health and strength, and He has blessed my husband and me with a gift that beats the odds! We are expecting child #3, due in July! What a tremendous encouragement and strong evidence to us of a powerful God!

Many have asked what kind of implications pregnancy could have on a history of breast cancer. When I discussed this with my oncologist over a year ago, she was very upbeat and actually encouraged me that the studies show a slightly higher survival rate with breast cancer for those who became pregnant after cancer treatment. 

So we looked to the Lord and waited on Him for His direction. Truly He is the giver and taker of life. Since all of life is in His hands, we are not to worry. Not because the doctor gave assurance, but because He chose to give another life. And we praise Him for His perfect working!

The children, now 5 and 4, are thrilled (most of the time) about a brother joining them in July! 

Hopefully this child will not be like this blog entry: overdue. Smile

I must close with the complete text of the hymn mentioned above. You may find yourself, like I did, reading through the words more than once to get the full meaning.

Whatever burdens are heavy on your heart or whatever praises are coming from your lips, I pray your gaze will be focused upwards as a result of these words penned nearly 300 years ago by William Cowper.

"Sometimes a Light Surprises"

Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises
With healing in His wings;
When comforts are declining
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new;
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say--
E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe His people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He, who feeds the ravens,
Will give His children bread.

Though vine nor fig tree neither
Their wonted fruit shall bear;
Though all the fields should wither
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For, while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.