I had some great girl stuff prepared for today--men not allowed, sorry. But then I changed my mind about telling our GWO girls about my very hilarious and embarrassing appointment with my physical therapist Monday. So men can stay.
Instead, I feel it's vital we keep our hearts and minds on Diann today. Her own heart is such a work of beauty from God's hands, we want to preserve that heart and her throughout this ordeal. I feel so blessed and privileged to be her friend. Last night, as posts flew furiously between the five of us just as your wonderful posts flew to us through the blogsite, I kept thinking about the friends who carried their friend to the roof of the house where Jesus, the Great Physician, was teaching. They broke the roof and lowered their friend down for him to be healed. And he was.
I don't want to drop my corner. I'm afraid I will. I don't feel strong. I feel weak and helpless right now. This morning, Diann repeated those very verses I'd contemplated last night. And of course, I cried. Again. She is so worth the carrying. I want to be with her, and God provided, months ago, a way for that to happen--we'd already planned a writer's retreat and Mel and I have our plane tickets ready. God knows. God sees all.
Would you please help me carry my corner? Would you please continue to pray for Diann Hunt? I can't blog about anything else right now. Can't think about anything else for long without her coming back to my mind and heart. As she has blessed you all so much, please bless her now with the precious prayers of saints. Please, please send encouragement to her, and only encouragement. She needs to have peace about this, and confidence in the love of God.