For the past two weeks, my Daddy has been in the hospital. What we thought was a minor stroke turned into 2 cancerous brain tumors, 2 brain surgeries, and so far, 2 weeks of recovery & 2 weeks of hospital visits. What a challenge!!
-A challenge to selfishness to step back and sit on the back burner.
-A challenge to our new marriage to stand strong in the midst of fear that has never reared its ugly head before.
-A challenge to believe "impossible" promises.
-A challenge to see with VISION, not with sight.
I'm home now, with my husband, trying to get back into the swing of things. But even that is hard to do as we are working on moving back to St. Lucie County. We have sent out resumes, applications, and looked for housing online.
Our house is half packed in boxes in hopes of being able to pack up soon. The other half remains unpacked...what if things don't work out like we want them to?
Today I felt that familiar FAITH in me again.
That faith that refused to cry when the doctors told us that we would need to decide if wanted CPR or just a comfortable "going."
That faith that was stubborn enough to believe that Daddy would be talking more to me soon than I was talking to him.
That faith that refused to believe anything less than restoration....completely.
THAT faith. I felt it today.
We'll be out of this apartment and into a house, out of Orlando and into PSL, out of our jobs and into new ones....before we know it.
I just know it.
My Jesus, I love Thee....really.
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