Hands Off

I'm antsy and impatient.  This lull between my last treatment and my getting back to life seems as if it's taking forever.  Apparently I needed the gentle reminder again this morning that time exists only in my world, not God's, and that His plan for me is better than the one I would craft for myself.

A well- meaning Israelite, Uzzah, learned the hard way that God meant business when He told the Israelites to leave the things of God to God.  His instructions were to keep their hands off the ark of God as it was transported from place to place.  The oxen carrying the ark stumbled and well- meaning Uzzah reached out to steady the precious cargo and was dropped on the spot. Personally, I think that was a pretty stiff consequence but God obviously meant business when He said, "Hands off My plan for you!".

Thankfully I haven't been dealt with that sternly when I've attempted to mess with God's plan for me. I'd prefer that this recovery phase would move faster but again I'm reminded , "If we wholly trust an interest to God, we must keep our hands off it; and He will guard it for us better than we can help Him.  Rest in The Lord and wait patiently for Him; fret not thyself..."-A.B. Simpson (Streams in the Desert-Classic Edition).  A timely reminder, and much needed.

"It is such a comfort to drop the tangles of life into God's hands and leave them there."-(Streams in the Desert).

I think I'll do just that....again.

On the health front:

I received a mixed report yesterday.  Though my hemoglobin and platelets show improvement, it is only slight.  My white blood cell count still renders me "slightly neutropenic", which means no movie theaters or group activities yet.  

Frustrating but not discouraging.  Things are moving, albeit slowly, in the right direction.