In the Waiting

Sometimes it is extremely hard to put my thoughts down here without them sounding like I am feeling sorry for myself.  That is never my intention so I hope that it does not come across that way.

This long weekend has been difficult for many reasons. The hospital virtually shuts down except for nursing staff and minimal doctors because of the holiday so nothing could be done as far as physical therapy or procedures and Adam needed them both.  It seems like his physical therapist is the only one who can really motivate him to get out of bed and try to walk.  Instead of doing that, it feels as if he goes backwards every day that he doesn't get out of bed to walk.  There was also something that was causing him pain and discomfort that needed attention and we were told that it would be done tomorrow with a procedure since it was the weekend.  Thankfully, a fill-in surgeon took care of the problem at his bedside today and got him going in a positive direction and negated the procedure which he was sick of getting done anyway.  So, for that, we are thankful.

I never mentioned that a couple weeks ago our basement got flooded and our carpet, which has been wet so many times I can't count, needed to come up in order to keep us healthy.  Some dear cousins came and took up the majority of wet carpet but now our basement is a disaster of furniture strewn about, carpet  in some places, and glue that needs to be chipped off the cement floor.  Nothing that needs to get done but it still kind of smells like musty carpet when I walk into my house.

This morning our upstairs air conditioner, which we JUST replaced last fall because it had never worked well from the time we built our house, stopped working.

July 4th is the day that my dad died ten years ago so that day is always a bit hard to "celebrate" for me.  I kind of just wanted to crawl in a hole today and feel sad.  But I need to do laundry and pack again for the week and honestly, it is getting really old living out of a suitcase.

But God is good.

None of those things can really make me sad when I remember that.

On my way home from church I was driving alone because both of my girls had plans with friends for which I am SO thankful!!  A song came on the radio that I have never heard before and is probably a bit obscure. I want to share it here because this is the music of my heart and whenever God speaks to me through music I feel that someone else can surely benefit from it as well.  It is written by Greg and in this video it is sung by Greg and Janna Long.

I pray that you will be blessed by it as I was: