Under the Knife

Although we’ve felt under the knife in many ways lately, tomorrow morning I’ll literally be under one. I’m cleared for surgery and praying tomorrow I wake up with less coughing because I can’t imagine that will feel good having fresh wounds in the abdomen.

I don’t know if it’s the stress of all of life right now, we don’t exactly have a great track record of fantastic things going on at the moment so maybe I’m a little nervous something will go wrong. Or maybe it’s that there’s more at stake than every before, I have an amazing husband and two adorable children at home. I know that no family is immune to hard things, pain, or losing a loved one and that is reality. So I’m trying to balance that reality with the reality that there is also a God who loves us, knows the plan and always has us in His capable hands. Trust vs. fear. It’s a constant theme in life and struggle for me. I’m betting I’m not the only one who can relate to that tension.

One of the great things that always comes out of hard times is that you get to see how many people God has really placed around you to love you, serve you, pray for you, and lift you up. It’s humbling and encouraging. Even as I write this I have text messages coming in and it overwhelms my heart with joy and peace. It’s the tangible way I see God reach out and love me and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. So thanks friends. We couldn’t make it through this season without you all.

Now, I can’t wait for this to be over with. I’ll be recovering in front of the Christmas tree if anyone wants to come visit in the next couple weeks.

P.S. Keep praying for our housing situation. It’s about to make my head explode and that’s not going to be good for anyone.