There were four of us. Couples that is. We were part of a small group from our church. We were all married about the same time. Several of us were finishing degrees. We were just starting out. We shared so much together. We helped each other move, sometimes more than once. We ate together. We prayed together. We studied the Bible and sought God's will for our lives. We bought homes. We all wanted to start families. We all suffered from infertility to some degree. We rejoiced as God gave each of us a child during the following years.
After all of this, it came time for us to go our separate ways. The Historian and I were led to a church much closer to home. The other couples moved on as well. We drifted apart despite promises to keep in touch. Life and distance have a way of doing that.
As I type this there are tears pouring down my face. I just received an email from my friend. She is in her early 40s. Her son is 6 months younger than the Crafter and her daughter is 6 months younger than Wild Thing. She has cancer. She had no symptoms other than some abdominal pain and bloating. When she had a CT scan, there were masses on her liver and colon. She's had an ileostomy . She's having chemotherapy. Her oncologist's name is Hope. She's asked for prayer.
Dear God please spare your daughter. Heal her body. Encourage her spirit. Hold her in Your arms. Comfort her husband and children. You are able. Amen.
I need to hug my babies now.