My mom needed knee replacement surgery. She found out last year, but it was sometime before she was prepared for it. It happened about a week ago. I took her to the hospital, stayed with her and waited for her, and took her home. Not a big deal.
But I have to give God the praise; everything went perfectly.
I drove up to my mom’s the night before the surgery, I had everything I needed, and I woke up a few minutes before my alarm, at dark o’clock in the morning, so I probably didn’t disturb the household.
We got to the hospital in another town, with time to find the location of the surgery building and the correct department.
Everyone was kind and gracious.
Her pre-op went well, and I felt very close to the Lord as I prayed around the time her surgery started. I felt a sort of vision in my minds’ eye of a small glow and my focus on it was somewhat keen.
The surgery went fine, and I was able to be with her during most of her post-op recovery and the physical therapy, and she passed with flying colors, and did not have to stay overnight in the hospital.
The nurse gave me about three billion instructions for her after-care, but to my surprise, even though I felt like I was running on fumes (I’m used to getting a lot of sleep and I got a couple hours less than normal, plus all the traveling), when I got her home, and my sister got in from out of town, I was able to regurgitate the instructions for her.
Mom is thankfully recovering quite well. I am so grateful to God, because any one of the details could have gone wrong, and they didn’t. I know who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, and I know who holds the future, from whom all the blessings come; every good thing in this life, and He came through more than we probably deserved.
But I’m trying to live for Him, and surrender my will to His.
I took my sister to the airport to travel home today, and we had a nice lunch. Here’s a photo of my Reuben sandwich for a pleasant diversion. We got it at Oceanview Diner.
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