The daily blessings fall like rose petals from the heavens, but so often we are moving so fast we crush the petals underfoot, oblivious to the fragrance that rises up to meet us.
God is good...all the time. He goes before us and even when the way looks dark and uncertain, full of potholes and bends, when you take one step at a time with him, there is nothing to fear.
I was apprehensive about navigating the freeways which are probably more clogged than mom's carotids were. I had some misgivings about finding the correct parking lot at this vast hospital which has about a dozen buildings and seven parking lots. Mostly my concerns were for Mom. How would she, at nearly 90, hold up under a general anaesthetic and a two hour operation. I felt kind of alone, and yet comforted in the peace of Christ, wrapped in the prayers of so many.
Mhairi was there with me most of the time. Two cousins, one from each side of my family, were there, encouraging, chatting, passing the long hours. Mom came out of the surgery just fine. Bruised and battered, tired and sore, but here she is 24 hours later, back home, up and about a bit, with a good prognosis.
One day Mom, like all of us, will be called home to Jesus. But not yet. He must have more jobs for her to do.
Nothing is impossible for God. Praise Him.
Now I will go finish cooking that chicken soup.
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