My husband has shared with me that he should have been a trainer for boxers in the ring. Even mentioned one that he was sure that he would have put down lol…but I digress.
I grew up watching boxing and always enjoyed the sport. Not so much any more…there seems to be such a lack of sportsmanship and more antics than anything.
Anywho…
The first round sets the tempo. Used strategically to feel out your opponent…see what you are up against and adjust accordingly.
Over the weekend, we did some prep work through conversation and with prayer!!!
On today, my husband started his first round of chemo and autoimmune therapy. His oldest little beauty queen was still in town and joined us at the appointment. She even went back and sat with him for a while after the session began…he did well, just like the champ he is.
I had thought that he would be exhausted right after but he was not. We returned home and talked for a while and then I went to the market to get him fish for dinner…he enjoyed it best he could as one of the side effects is that things can taste metallic but all is well and his tummy was full. He even moved around a bit with his oxygen off and his pain level never reached 10 on tonight…for that small blessing I am thankful.
I messaged our intercessors and shared the news…the consensus was Hallelujah with love.
It’s sometimes just the small things that make all the difference in your world…
Remember that and don’t forget to drink your water 💦
Blessings Abounding, Vetta
Coley Chronicles: All Things Real w/ Vetta 