As the sun appears for a new day, we are thankful for rest and the hope that He brings.
We will talk with the doctor about the pathology report and next steps. We expect she will go home soon.
Our souls sing the old song:
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in Him.”
Thanks for your prayers.