"Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation." (Habakkuk 3:17-18)
Each day we have waited to write, hoping the next day would bring a visit from the oncologist, hoping the next day would bring answers -- but they have been slow in coming.It's been a time of waiting, a time to remind ourselves anew that we are waiting on God's timing and not on the timing of the oncologist. It's been a time to see God bring a calm and peace despite the lack of answers, a peace that goes contrary to our human nature.
Only God knows for sure when we'll get to see the oncologist, but we're told now that he'll be up to see us tomorrow. We heard him tell this to one of the surgeons who called to check into it for us. Of course, we've been told this before. But maybe, just maybe, we'll have news tomorrow night? That would be nice. If not, we'll re-write Habakkuk 3:17-18 to say, "Although the oncologist doesn't come by and visit ... yet I will rejoice in the Lord!" :-)
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