Nuclear

Last week, I spent a LOT of time here:

You're not allowed to take your child here, just in case you were wondering. He'll be asked to leave. I guess the nuclear medicine department is in the basement of the hospital for a reason.

Last Friday, I finished my time there and was rewarded with a clean thyroid cancer scan. My heart was celebrating, but it is hard to be really ecstatic when there are so many sober, somber faces around. (Nuclear Medicine does not have a party atmosphere.) I think the overwhelming urge, after celebration, is for flight. Just to leave and be finished! Can you tell that I'm not one to volunteer for hospital visitation ministry? Nope, not me - sitting on hands, no eye contact. I'm a chicken.

He reminds me in His word, though, that He walks those halls Himself. And He is no coward, to shun those buildings, rooms, or basement corridors in favor of comfort.

And He walked them with me, last week.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,

your right hand will hold me fast.

Psalm 139: 7-10