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This
page is published in memory of my husband of almost 17 years, Alan
Roby, who fought Hodgkins Disease for three years.
He was an extremely intelligent and gifted man and to this day I
don't believe that his giftings were ever adequately recognized.
Some day I hope to publish some of his insightful exegetical writings.
In his final months he kept a journal of his thoughts, and the following
are some excerpts from it:
3/17/99
I am still pouring
my spirit out to hear fresh revelation from my Lord Jesus. You are
wonderful Lord Jesus, a great high priest and forerunner in the
faith. My eyes are on you as my only hope and Savior; my strength
in this trial. My heart and faith reaches out to you my Jesus, for
I look to you, the author and finisher of my faith. You rescued
me by your precious blood. Your life indestructible, holds me and
breathes new meaning and power into my life. Oh, how I long to behold
your beauty in glory. My poor wracked body needs your healing touch
in this land of the living. You have touched so many others and
have healed them - even raised the dead - I know and believe your
power can do this for me today� You have always remained the same:
yesterday, today and forever. My rest is in you Lord Jesus. I see
in the midst of my failings and weakness, your strength� O that
my life would be pleasing to Thee every second of my existence�
3/18/99
There are so many
times I feel I've been like King Uzziah� but in God's eyes,
he still did what was right and lived for God. In His mercy, God
did not destroy Uzziah as He did others� Instead God's mercy
overshadowed him. May that be so for me as well.
Sitting here in this lonely room I know You are here Lord Jesus.
Your life still flows, Your grace still grows, it can surround and
overflow my noisome mess. Recharge and hold me in Your presence
Lord Jesus.
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