Written by Evan:

I cannot recall the last time I weighed 150 pounds. For a boy who shopped in the husky section at the department store, It was not a significant milestone. But it has become one now. It is strange how things change. What once was insignificant, can become a cause for rejoicing. When I stepped on the scale after my surgery and weighed 130 pounds, my body far from being the 190 pound one it had been, the prospect of putting on even 20 pounds seemed so far off in the distance. As of today, I was 152 pounds when I weighed myself in the doctors office. Up 22 pounds since my surgery in November. Though I once looked like a holocaust survivor, my wife says now I finally look like a normal skinny man. 

We had come to Atlanta for a scan, which moving forward, will be our practice every 6 months. The news was good, thank God. The surgeon said I looked healthy and my scans looked clear. The CT scans showed no signs of the cancer that once filled my gut. My own inner awareness and sense of health was confirmed by the surgeon and that served as an encouragement from the Lord to both Jaimie and I.
 I am reminded of our need of someone outside of us, someone in authority, to tell us the state of our souls. We need preachers like I needed the doctor today. God has kindly given us that week after week. For that I am thankful. Even more thankful for that, than I am for the report of my bodily health. While my life is not what it was, I am through your prayers, the grace of God, and the work of these doctors, alive. And it is my prayer (and I hope yours too) that the life I now live, I will live by faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave himself for me. The very Jesus who is proclaimed from pulpit to pulpit among the gathered saints every Sunday. As long as he gives me breath, may he supply the strength to follow him in the callings he has put before me as a husband, father, son, brother and minister to his church. Thank you for your continued prayers.