feeling loved

My, oh my, you should see my kitchen door. It is filled with cards from folks who miss me at work or simply wanted to send "Get well!" wishes my way.

Some of them are from people at my church who are constantly checking on me. Others are from coworkers who let me know that they're praying for me. I didn't even know some of them were Christians, but I sure do appreciate their thoughtfulness!

One is from a guy who used to be an enemy. We worked together on a play a few months ago, and our interactions have been nothing but positive lately. I won't lie, though; it took a LOT of prayer on my part to forgive and forget. As much as I hate to admit it, our friction wasn't only his fault. The Lord is softening my heart, and I can honestly say that I like this man now. He's a bit ornery, but he can be sweet when he feels like it. I invited him to a potluck at church next Sunday, and I sincerely hope that he comes so that we can chat a bit more.

I spent at least an hour writing personal thank-you notes to folks who haven't received one yet. I have a horrible feeling, though, that I've forgotten somebody. It's so hard to keep track of every kindness folks have shown me!

I'm feeling much better; the pain is almost completely gone and has been replaced with some numbness and a wee bit of discomfort. I don't even need Advil anymore! :o) Praise God! It may sound silly, but I am REALLY looking forward to driving my car next week! Woo hoo!

frustration to the nth degree

I want to be able to walk properly...with good posture that doesn't cause pain.

I want to drive my car.

I never thought I'd say this, but I actually want to go grocery shopping.

Hmph.

Ok, I guess some honesty would be nice. I have discovered, through this healing process since the day of my surgery, that I am an utter control freak when it comes to everything in my own life. Having NO control is slowly driving me insane!

Good news: I just confirmed an invitation for a ride to church tomorrow. Although she isn't feeling well herself, she still offered to take me and the boys. Isn't that sweet?

Perhaps I'll treat them to supper. ;o)

:o)

The Super Bowl was awesome, wasn't it?!?!?! Although I will be the first to admit that I don't understand all of the intricacies of the game, I still enjoyed myself thoroughly. My boys didn't even seem to be very irritated because I had too many questions; in fact, they were downright gracious!

I'm feeling better, but I'm still very uncomfortable. THANK YOU, Lord, for healing me slowly but surely.

I'm looking forward to going for walks soon. No, I won't walk outside on the ice, but I need to get out of this house. I've only been incapacitated for 12 days, and I have 4 weeks to go! Man, oh man....I'm starting to feel claustrophobic.

I just re-read an e-mail I sent someone this morning, and it was horrible! I'm not even on meds right now, but I still made a bunch of careless errors. Perhaps I should proofread before I hit "send," eh? :o)

I have more peace this morning than I've had in an awfully long time. I'm so grateful to know God! I'm even more grateful that he's healing me, both from the surgery and from some very old emotional issues. I've been spending a lot of time with the Lord lately (praying, reading my Bible, listening to Him), and I can't begin to explain how he's helping me to accept who I am and what has happened to me.

God likes me, ya'll! Isn't that cool?

Even though I've been couped up in the house for two weeks, I've still had several opportunities to minister to some other folks. Isn't that wonderful? God can use anybody.

My church family has been AMAZING. My fridge is still full, and I haven't had to cook a single meal since I came home from the hospital. I made steaks and potatoes (with Laura's yummy salad on the side) to eat during the Super Bowl, but I didn't have to cook last night. We still have a humungous pot of Melanie's yummy homemade chicken noodle soup and an entire pan of Laura's homemade lasagna.

God, thank you for my friends and family! They bless me every single day! Thank you for a pastor who preaches the truth, even when I'd prefer to be "right" instead of "corrected." I'm not sure why I typed that because I've been behaving lately, but I must need to pray for myself about that anyway. I like having the last word, but the last few conflicts haven't even been confrontational at all; he simply spoke confirmation on stuff you've already told me, God, and I appreciate that.

Please bless my church family in every way this week, Lord. Watch over our young people, and keep them safe from the enemy. Allow me to minister to whomever needs a little reminder of who they are in Christ; better yet, help me to lead someone to your love and comforting Holy Spirit for the very first time. That would be awesome!

Lord, I love you with every ounce of my being (and I have quite a few of them at the moment)! You are so kind, compassionate, and forgiving; help me to be the same. In Jesus name, amen!