Friday, November 12, 2010

Not Today!

I would have been in surgery for half an hour already. I'd have been at the hospital for two and half hours by now. Instead, I got to wake up in my own sweet time (and hear my toddler son singing "Viva Las Vegas" over the baby monitor).

I feel calm. I feel relieved. I feel refreshed. And, most of all, I feel grateful that God listened to me. No, I wasn't asking for him to take this surgery away from me. I don't think I ever asked him for that. I asked him to give me peace and take the fear away. It's gone. I asked him to give my surgeon wisdom. He did.

God listens. God moves. I can't ask for more than that.

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