At this time in our lives, the Preacher has been ill with stomach issues for several months, and it has gotten worse in the last few weeks. He has visited his doctor, seen a surgeon and was in the ER on one occasion. During these last few weeks, our lives have been at a standstill.
Last week, after the Preacher's appointment with his doctor, we went to a local bistro and had some breakfast. (I had breakfast, the Preacher just nibbled on my breakfast.) We always sit at the same table which is located next to the front window. Looking out, you see a statue of a pioneer man and wife representing the town's heritage. I saw that statue in a different light on that day.
It felt as if the Preacher and I were that statue. Standing there just watching the world go by with us stuck in this "what are we going to do" state of mind. The Preacher is in a lot of pain most days so doing anything other than work, is on hold right now. We work in the mornings and then, when the pain gets to be too much, we go and settle into our home. If you know us, you would know that this is not us.
I am not writing this to have you feel sorry for us. Not at all. I am writing this post to ask for prayers for the Preacher. He is so tired of feeling this pain. The doctors think that it is possibly his gallbladder so they scheduled him for surgery next week. Pray that the surgery goes well and pray that this will be the solution that he needs.
Thank you for your prayers
I read these, everyone of them. Knowing the pain and the feeling of uncertainty that comes from the examination for and then the wait for surgery, even as a Christian, a lot of things pass through ones' mind.
ReplyDeleteAnd, like you said Linda, there is no sorrow for either of you soldiers in this thing we call life.
Possibly, in place of sorrow is a common understanding of this life, this humanness that encases the spirit and soul of man. We are flesh, we are dust and the body reacts from time to time in ways we would rather it not do. My old friend, I can see him nibbling the food in the bistro and I can say to both of you, you do not walk alone.
Somehow in pain and in health, He is there; you know this. But it is also good to know that He sends human clay pots, these small and large piles of dust, flotsam and jetsam, to say what He would say if He were here in the flesh, He will not forsake His saints. Psalm 37: Fret not...Trust...Delight...Commit...Be still...Refrain from anger... the banners of the Psalm. That is my prayer for Don and for you, his dear wife from his side, given by God to assist the nibbler in the light and in the valley of shadows where things get iffy.
Always remember dear friend, even in the valley, you shall not fear for, as I said above, He will not forsake His own.
A few musings to the gazer of statues and the "rib" of Don.