Sometimes it's all fun and hectic and busy and crazy and good.
Sometimes it's nothing but MONSTER WAVES that aren't so helpful.
Sometimes maybe it's a combination?
I believe that the "not-so-good" things are often-sometimes-always the things that I HAVE to thank God for.
Those are the things that grow me.
And...believe it or not (insert self-depracating smile here)...apparently I need some serious refinement.
There's a song my friend Tiffany introduced me to called Blessings.
(such an amazing song....so worth your time to click on it and check it out...)
The chorus says:
What if your blessings come through teardrops?
What if your healing comes through tears?
What a beautiful poignant idea.
Sometimes it's only when you're bowed over....
Sometimes it's only when you can't even see through your tears....
Sometimes it's only when you truly realize what can be lost...
...that your faith and dependence and love for God can fill you and go all the way through you.
when we can truly find that eternal perspective....
those painful thorns can become amazing blessings.
SO I choose to see my procedure this Friday as a blessing.
This procedure is one of those "never-thought-it-would-happen-to-me" kind of things.
But hey...didn't many of use experience that last May?
(((Note to self....whenever I hear the phrases: "slim possibility" or "small chance" or "very low probability" I should automatically brace myself for what's 100% DEFINITELY coming my way.)))
Anyway....Friday morning I have a hot date in Kansas City with a highly respected surgeon who is going to close a pesky little hole in my heart.
Once this patch is in place (and it will be done via my femoral vein) I should have a waaaaay lessened risk of a recurrent stroke.
Yeah, that's right.
Called a TIA.
Back in August.
Apparently it's not a normal good thing to loose all feeling in exactly one half of your body while making your bed.
And it's surely not normal to pay an emergency visit to a neurologist at Memorial Hall (which was partitioned off by shower curtains) because your hospital was attacked by a tornado.
And it's definitely a rare experience to have an MRI in a tent MASH unit.
Then follow all of that up with many many many tests (in 3 different states) in which you are told "it probably isn't....we doubt we'll find....it's very rare that...." and give everyone a good old fashioned surprise.
Get me a lottery ticket please!!
My dad and stepmom are coming in town this week. My dad will go with me to KC and my amazing stepmom will hold down the fort here.
I've told my kids that I have to have a little patchwork done and tried to get them really pumped up about their grandparent's visit.
I'll stay one night in the hospital and be home some time Saturday.
Then we'll see what the recovery is like.
The nurse said that I couldn't do housework for a week.
I'm sure she meant to say a month.
So....what have I learned from this latest season in my life?
(Besides brushing up on my knowledge of cardiac circulation, patent foramen ovales and Amplatzer devices?)
Any semblance of control in this life I once thought I had is an illusion.
None of them are really under my control.
I have to let go.
I have to stop grabbing for them.
I have to realize that only God
has control over all of this.
And you know what I'm so happy about?
He is SO MUCH better at EVERYTHING than I am.
At the risk of making a huge understatement:
it really truly is better for Him to be in charge because He really knows what He's doing.
The lot is cast into the lap,
But it's every decision is from the Lord.
"The horse is prepared for the day of battle,
But deliverance is of the Lord."
These verses bring me such a sense of relief.
At the end of the day....
He's got it under control.
So I've got a hole in my heart.
So my blood really likes to go through the hole.
So it likes to flow both ways.
None of this is a surprise to God.
He made me like this....
He gave me tests and doctors and a father who know a way to fix it...
He knows what's best for me and my family...
He knows how to love my children better than I could ever even try...
It's all good.
It's all going to be good.
Remember THIS SONG??
(go ahead, click it, you know you want to!)
It's become my (Ally McBeal-ish to date myself) in-my-head-constantly-personal-theme-song.
In a twisted sort of way.
But hey....if the