8/11/13
WHAT? No snapshot and this is Sunday. The entry advertises a
photo, so where is it?
Due to a transfer snafu, the picture of hope will be different for each
of you.
Imagine, if you will, a door wreath at Jones Clinic at the entry to the
“chemo area.” See in your mind boa-type wisps of a feathery pink. Note
embellishment of “pink breast cancer awareness” ribbons. Visualize words of
encouragement & hope written in black on thin white ribbon. There’s your picture.
A picture of hope.
Actually, over the last 12 months, I have seen faces of the Jones Clinic
clientele who are pictures of hope themselves. There’s nothing like the diagnosis of a terminal illness to increase
one’s hope for life. An extension of life.
I’ve also witnessed kind, caring,
but honest nurses. I applaud each of the similarly encouraging patients, who are all on the same side of the
cancer struggle.
All are hopeful. Hopeful not only for themselves but for each
other as well.
The patients I see most often are all a picture of Psalm 33:20-22.
We wait in hope for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you.
Picture that in your
thoughts until I find the original snapshot of hope.
