To prepare for my hip procedure in two more days (Yay!), today begins my sixth day of quarantine. Happily, it won't last much longer even though that was in question earlier this week when there was a threat of cancellation and rescheduling. Thankfully, it all seems to be in place now. I've gotten the planned call from the surgical center nurse so I take that a positive sign.
I have great expectation that this procedure will help my extreme pain. I pray that is the case. I, the queen of high pain tolerance, have really been hurting. I remember "hope deferred taketh the heart sick..." or so the scriptures say so I retain hope. I thought it would be nice if about three pounds of fluid was taken out, but I realized realism is best. Most likely that won't happen, I just better hope there's some to get out. I will be excited for the cortisone injection. I look forward to less pain. Did I say that already? I mean it.
This morning I was pondering things I have learned during this time of quarantine. I've learned I miss my family. I usually prepare supper on Hump Day each week and we gather around my table to eat and talk. I really do enjoy that. It won't happen today. Quarantine.
I've learned that even with time stretching out ahead of me during the day, I still get distracted and get little accomplished. Some things might never change. That might be one of them.
I've talked to several medical personnel during this time--schedulers, nurses, etc. In the first of my many conversations with The Scheduler when she told me the doctor was sick (this was the problem for the potential cancellation), I told her I was going to pray for the doctor--not because I wanted my procedure done timely (even though I did, can't lie), but because I felt a need in my spirit to pray for her, whatever her condition. She told me the doctor would appreciate that and that when she did my procedure, I should tell her that. So in a later conversation when The Scheduler called to tell me that the doctor had improved and would do my procedure Friday, we again talked about prayer and she assured me I should tell the doctor Friday that I prayed for her. (So by golly, I'm gonna tell the doctor Friday I prayed for her.) Something The Scheduler said after that really got me to thinking. She said something to the effect that problems of life are like sandpaper, they are rough rough as they are filing away on you, but you find yourself smoother and better when it's done. She mentioned us all being in the image of God. Let me tell you I got the chills as that's exactly what my devotion was that morning--not sandpaper, but being made in the image of God. God is working. Isn't that the truth?
I have also learned with the slowness of my spent time that reading the Word and spending time with Jesus daily IS so important. The things He's showed me from His Word, the encouragement I've found in reading of devotions, and just simple time in worship and prayer has helped me. One of the devotions was from Malachi (which I never read--do you?), the next to last chapter, and it told me that the Lord has floodgates of blessings to open to us. We just don't ask. So quarantine has taught me to ask. And after that, it's taught me to believe. And after that, it's taught me just to praise. Because I know my God has this. He has everything in HIS power and HIS control.
I've learned even when I think I've got all my groceries I need for a week, I look in my pantry to find no chili sauce, no tomato paste, and one 14 oz can of tomato sauce. Why is that important today? Because I've planned for a week to have spaghetti tonight. I'm sure in a couple of hours I will be able to tell you that quarantine has taught me to make homemade chili sauce and homemade tomato sauce. If it has taught me well, maybe I'll share that with you two blog readers later.
I've learned that a little bit of music can help the day along. I always start out with Alan Jackson's gospel songs. I told The Husband that when I die if I have to have taped music at my funeral, it had better be Alan Jackson. Nobody can sing "I Love to Tell the Story" like Alan. And oh, how I love the story....of Jesus and His love.
Yes, I've learned a lot this past week. Most of all, I've learned that life is really not in my control, nor was it ever intended to be. Yes, I can use common sense to help and aid problems but ultimately my hope, trust, and faith is in Jesus who has it all in HIS hands.
Consider.......
I have great expectation that this procedure will help my extreme pain. I pray that is the case. I, the queen of high pain tolerance, have really been hurting. I remember "hope deferred taketh the heart sick..." or so the scriptures say so I retain hope. I thought it would be nice if about three pounds of fluid was taken out, but I realized realism is best. Most likely that won't happen, I just better hope there's some to get out. I will be excited for the cortisone injection. I look forward to less pain. Did I say that already? I mean it.
This morning I was pondering things I have learned during this time of quarantine. I've learned I miss my family. I usually prepare supper on Hump Day each week and we gather around my table to eat and talk. I really do enjoy that. It won't happen today. Quarantine.
I've learned that even with time stretching out ahead of me during the day, I still get distracted and get little accomplished. Some things might never change. That might be one of them.
I've talked to several medical personnel during this time--schedulers, nurses, etc. In the first of my many conversations with The Scheduler when she told me the doctor was sick (this was the problem for the potential cancellation), I told her I was going to pray for the doctor--not because I wanted my procedure done timely (even though I did, can't lie), but because I felt a need in my spirit to pray for her, whatever her condition. She told me the doctor would appreciate that and that when she did my procedure, I should tell her that. So in a later conversation when The Scheduler called to tell me that the doctor had improved and would do my procedure Friday, we again talked about prayer and she assured me I should tell the doctor Friday that I prayed for her. (So by golly, I'm gonna tell the doctor Friday I prayed for her.) Something The Scheduler said after that really got me to thinking. She said something to the effect that problems of life are like sandpaper, they are rough rough as they are filing away on you, but you find yourself smoother and better when it's done. She mentioned us all being in the image of God. Let me tell you I got the chills as that's exactly what my devotion was that morning--not sandpaper, but being made in the image of God. God is working. Isn't that the truth?
I have also learned with the slowness of my spent time that reading the Word and spending time with Jesus daily IS so important. The things He's showed me from His Word, the encouragement I've found in reading of devotions, and just simple time in worship and prayer has helped me. One of the devotions was from Malachi (which I never read--do you?), the next to last chapter, and it told me that the Lord has floodgates of blessings to open to us. We just don't ask. So quarantine has taught me to ask. And after that, it's taught me to believe. And after that, it's taught me just to praise. Because I know my God has this. He has everything in HIS power and HIS control.
I've learned even when I think I've got all my groceries I need for a week, I look in my pantry to find no chili sauce, no tomato paste, and one 14 oz can of tomato sauce. Why is that important today? Because I've planned for a week to have spaghetti tonight. I'm sure in a couple of hours I will be able to tell you that quarantine has taught me to make homemade chili sauce and homemade tomato sauce. If it has taught me well, maybe I'll share that with you two blog readers later.
I've learned that a little bit of music can help the day along. I always start out with Alan Jackson's gospel songs. I told The Husband that when I die if I have to have taped music at my funeral, it had better be Alan Jackson. Nobody can sing "I Love to Tell the Story" like Alan. And oh, how I love the story....of Jesus and His love.
Yes, I've learned a lot this past week. Most of all, I've learned that life is really not in my control, nor was it ever intended to be. Yes, I can use common sense to help and aid problems but ultimately my hope, trust, and faith is in Jesus who has it all in HIS hands.
Consider.......
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