Heavy

It is with a heavy heart that I sit here tonight. It's funny how a heart can literally feel heavy. I'm sure it is the same size and weight it's always been, and it's pumping the same amount of blood it always does, but I can feel it inside me. Do you know the feeling? It's like you just go about your day, and now and then your heavy heart makes you stop what you are doing - it's like a reminder right there inside your chest that something is not quite right.

For two decades, I have not felt the heaviness quite like this. I remember watching my Uncle Lorry struggle through a serious illness. At age 13, I didn't understand the enormity of it all, but I did have a heavy heart.

That heaviness has returned. I don't know who reads this blog; I assume it's mostly family and some friends, but I ask that you would pray for our friends whose daughter was just diagnosed with bone cancer.

I firmly believe that the God of the universe is in control and that he who created the mountains and oceans and granted us life cares more about our hurts than we can imagine. I believe He can heal if He chooses too. I believe that His plan is the best plan. And I believe He loves to hear His children lay their requests at His feet. And I believe this heaviness is His way of constantly nudging me to pray. So, I think maybe I'll go do that.