I have to be honest with you. This week I didn’t spend much time in Daniel or working on the study. However, I have spent many long, long hours and days and nights in the fiery furnace. The fire of cancer. The furnace of doctor’s offices. The flames of long telephone conversations with the insurance company. My fiery furnace.
All the important people, the doctors and nurses and insurance representatives, gathered around to examine her and discovered that the fire hadn’t so much as touched Lisa—not a hair singed, not a scorch mark on her clothes, not even the smell of fire on her!