Mom landed back in the hospital last night. I think the last time I posted one of her late night emergency room visits was in March. She had gone so long without a heart episode and now they seem to be picking up again. She turns 92 on June 6th and has had a heart problem most of her adult life, so I should be thrilled that she has lived such a long life. But I'm not ready yet for her to leave us, and I don't think she's ready either. That's where I have to lean on God for His peace that passes all understanding. If I turn to Him and trust Him, then worry is supposed to melt off me like ice cream on a hot day.
I say "supposed to" because I don't always fully submit to God the things I am worrying about. But last night, with all the comings and goings of a very busy emergency room, I let go of my worry and put Mom in the able hands of God and His assistants -- the nurses and doctors of the ER. They are truly angels gifted with an efficiency, sense of humor and compassion that lets God's peace fill me despite the circumstances.
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