I do not have any malignancies.

But I must be eventually going to war or something equally taxing. If trials really do make you stronger (and they do) then I’m gonna be one scary butt-kicker.

My doctor wants another mammogram in six months, but for now I can catch my breath.

God is faithful. Even if the outcome were different, I believe I can say that my faith would be unturned. I would be really ticked and annoyed and upset and falling into a chocolate cream pie. But the faith would still be there.

This is not me. This is God in me. Apart from His grace, I can assure you I’m not good enough to calmly handle a flat tire.

But God is good.

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast. Ephesians 2:8-9

Justin returns to clinic tomorrow for a check up and chemotherapy infusion, steroids, the works. Loads of thanks for continued support and prayers.