“[She] will have no fear of bad news; [her] heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord.” Psalm 112:7
We’ve known for a few weeks that I would likely be facing surgery. On the morning we are to meet with the surgeon, I feel panicked and overwhelmed. Not about my health problems or the idea of the surgery itself. It’s the recovery period that worries me. How does a mother of two little girls, one who has so many needs, recover for six weeks???
And it’s like I asked the question out loud because this morning, my Rhema seems to fight me at every turn. She flops, she grabs, she hits. Brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, getting her to come down the stairs – all major battles.
It takes so much to care for her. It takes so much to care for her! That’s all I can think.
Gotta fill my head with something else.
Scripture I’ve known for forever suddenly becomes a lifeline:
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Phil. 4:6,7
Lord, help us through this period. And thank you!
It’s a great appointment. I laugh at the husband, glad he’s with me. He’s not trying to be funny, he can’t help being his scrupulous, nerdy, kinda cute self. Not ten minutes have passed and Brandon has engaged the good doctor into a discussion about socialized medicine and Rhema’s various EEG tests. I shoot him a look. Dude. This is about me. About chopping out my insides. Focus.
Due to my circumstances, it will be a complicated procedure. We set the date. Total hysterectomy three weeks from now.
We step outside into the cold sunshine. The ancient words are so true.
I feel total peace.