"Would you dance with me O'Lover of my soul?
To the song of all songs."
Walking through chemotherapy looks like a barren waste land. I can only imagine what it would feel like as it rages inside you. The body begins to look like a land in severe drought; dry, cracked, withering, aching, and moaning for water.
Shannon is in this barren waste land, and we cry out for rain. Heavenly, life-giving rain. We request daily, along with thousands of others, for Holy rain to come like a thirst quenching flood that will fill every cell and restore her like a garden in full bloom at the beginning of spring.
As she enters into her last 2 days of chemo I picture the Lord dancing with her as He restores her body. He is after all, the lover of her soul. I see Him holding her precious body in His strong arms and raising her up to dance above the pain. Above the side effects, allergic reactions, and painful certainties. I don't know when this healing water will come, when we will see an end to her drought. Until then I ask the Lord to dance with her. To carry her above suffering.
My amazing husband gently reminded me tonight that my prayers are "requests, not demands." So, I plead with an aching spirit that the lover of her soul would dance with her to the song of all songs...our prayers, our groanings, our pleading and our praising. Such a beautiful song of love that goes out to the Creator for our daughter from so many faithful loving people. Calling out to The Father, Abba, the one who provides according to His own riches and glory.
He is worthy of praise even in pain. Especially in times of drought. And we are desperate for Him. We need Him to fill Shannon's barren waste land of a body with life. We need Him to consume her in a downpour and to dance with her while He gives her a new life.
"See the Lord...powerful and strong...like a driving rain and a flooding downpour, He will throw it forcefully to the ground...that fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley...in that day the Lord Almighty will be a glorious crown, a beautiful wreath for the remnant of His people..." Isaiah 28:2-5
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