Gently Mended

Hair of gold ringlets.


She hears the words every woman fears.. "We've found a lump". Her heart beats with jagged patterns as she allows the words to descend into her world. Her.... beautiful world. She holds on to her trepidation while blushing her cheeks with courage and dressing herself in strength. Time favors her valor as she loves.

She awakens in the early hours only to be the laughing stock of needles and machines. She thinks to herself "these pins and needles have won"- perhaps forgetting for a moment that God was by her side, holding in His mercyful hand the lump that had not yet been removed. A quick drip and a few deep breaths later, she sleeps.

What happened during the hours of operation, I'll never know. However, I would like to believe that it was God who gently took her apart, and so lovingly put her back together, restored and renewed. She is mended with the breath of God and His promise.

You, my friend, I admire. Your strength and courage outshined your fears- even when you couldn't show it.
-You inspire me.


Now, let us celebrate with cupcakes- frosted by God. :)