A week ago today I had surgery. I expected I would be back at work by today. But I am not. Instead I find myself waiting
impatiently for the time to pass so I can take another pain pill.
It sure seems like for me, illness and surgery are kind of like home plumbing projects – they never quite turn out the way you think they will at the start and there are detours along the way.
I didn’t anticipate that recovery would take longer than the weekend, much less longer than a week. I didn’t anticipate the emotional toll of spending a week in my recliner. I didn’t anticipate fighting depression as well as fighting to recover from surgery.
So as I sit here this morning, I am meditating on these words:
8 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. (from Isaiah 40, Italics Mine)
I am holding on to these words today. He will give me strength in my weakness. He will renew my strength as I put my hope and trust in Him.
And that is all I need today.
That, and another pain pill. 🙂