Being Invaded

It is official: Our home now houses THREE teenagers!

This all has happened so fast. The invasion has begun. The old people are being outnumbered - but not overtaken - - YET! (Rachel takes her driving test next week - so anything could happen then. LOL)

Happy Birthday, James! We Love you.

Hard to Sit

I am still recovering from surgery. I had my one week checkup yesterday. Everything went well and the doctor told me that several tumors and multiple cysts were found when I had surgery. We did not know any of this before the surgery. All of the lab reports have shown that there was no cancer; but I am thankful that they were all able to be removed. God is so good to us to give us peace to go forward with the surgery; and then to find out how pertinent the surgery was! We are thankful.

I am trying to be good at home. I have four sets of eyes watching my every move. They seem to keep reporting me for infractions that are being committed that do not help my recovery. It is a little frustrating! It is hard to sit still!

I am working on a little sewing. I hope to have a jumper done that I have been working on for Abbey. I am getting some materials to complete a cross stitch design that I never seem to have the time to sit and finish. I also have finished a book and am working on another one. Reading is hard because I get tired so easy. In fact, I can not think of any time in my life when I have been more tired than I am now. I still can not drive and can not do stairs. I did try to manage the stairs and get a few loads of laundry in; but I was quite sore afterwards; and knew I had done too much. (A fact that my husband was more than eager to continue to explain to me!)

We have changed our phone service and done away with our land line. In so doing, we have discontinued our Internet service. We are checking on our options and hope to have something soon; but until then the library is our source for online. With that said, my Internet posts will be fewer. So, if you do not hear from me - it is just a temporary break from the action.

Just wanted to post on update on things here. Trust your summer is going well. I am looking forward to Rob taking me to the garden this evening and seeing how things are growing there. Thanks for stopping by, I am so glad you did.

Blessings,
~Martie

Recovery

Surgery went well. It took a bit longer than they had planned; but I am home and thankful for my own bed!

God is so good. I was a little nervous before the surgery. On the way to the hospital that morning I was unusually quiet. I was trying to not be uptight about it all; but in the back of my mind I was a bit afraid. Not really afraid to die, but afraid of the pain, of how long I would be down - - I guess in a nutshell I was afraid of the unknown.

The hospital check in continued to increase my nervousness. The IV got in without too much trouble - although I have a nasty bruise on my hand to prove she had to dig around quite a bit before getting into the vein. They had typed my blood the day before and that bracelet was securely placed on my wrist and my family was called back into the room after I was in bed and waiting for the doctor to come and tell me they were ready for me.

My husband walked back and told me that one of the pastors from our church was there to see me before I went into surgery. I made sure I was completely covered (funny how in those hospital gowns you never feel totally modest ) and then he came in. He told me he wanted to read me a few verses and then pray with me before I went back. He opened up his Bible and began reading out of my favorite Psalm. Now, I have never told that pastor, or any other pastor in our church what my favorite Psalm in the Bible is. He read the entire 91st Psalm to me; and with each verse I knew that it was not Pastor Gilmore reading that Psalm to me - it was God Himself reading that Psalm to me through him. It brought comfort to my heart to know that God knew what my favorite Psalm was. God knew what He wanted me to hear that morning; and through those verse God whispered peace.

It was a peace that I can not explain; but it enveloped me - so much so that God's love for me in those verses cast out all the fear I was feeling. Minutes later I was wheeled back into the operating room and there was such a peace. Nothing was bothering me - and I did not even have any drugs running through my system! :)

How precious my God is that He comes to me in times of distress and whispers peace. He sends His word to minister to my soul. I am overwhelmed by His love for me. How great is my God.

I am slowly getting back to normal. The doctor told me I lost a bit more blood than normal and so I would need to take it easy for a few days. I took my first walk today. It was good to get out into the sunshine; but I am feeling some pain now this afternoon.

While I was in surgery a friend of my passed away. She was saved and is in Heaven now. I just can't believe that she is gone. I was able to watch her funeral on line this morning. Makes you realize just how precious life is and that it is a gift.

Just wanted to pop in and say hi. Thanks for stopping by - I am so glad you did.

Blessings,

~Martie