I had a great peace about the surgery. I was terrified of the almost-surgery on my spine in late 2010. Terrified. I couldn't get peace with it. Thank goodness it was cancelled!
Today, I had nothing but peace. All. Day. Long. It was amazing. I think there are several reasons for this:
- Per my post the other day, I am spending more time in the Word and more time with God. I started a Bible study at a local church. It's called Me, Myself, and Lies by Jennifer Rothschild. It talks about cleaning out your "thought closet" from all the lousy things we think about ourselves and making our thoughts and minds more like God's. It's fantastic, and I love spending time with it! It helped me to stop thinking about all those episodes of Grey's Anatomy where someone died on the operating table because they had a bad reaction to anesthesia or something. Because that's what I think about the day before I go into surgery. Naturally.
- I was absolutely, positively covered in love. Drowning in it, even. In a good way, of course. My friends, loved ones, and even some of my readers sent me texts, Tweets, and notes on Facebook that they were praying for me, or even just thinking about me. I know not all of my friends pray, but I really appreciate the time they took to tell me they were thinking of me and wishing me well. And I fully believe in the overwhelming power of prayer, so I felt the prayers of my friends like a blanket around me. It was amazing! While I was saying goodbye to my son before I left him with his grandparents, he looked up and said, "Dear God, please protect my mommy." I loved all of your thoughts and prayers, but I do have to say that his was my favorite.
|I totally felt like I was the one in a smushed smooch |
sandwich today. So. Much. Love. Thank you!
- I took it to God. I prayed for myself. I've always felt selfish doing it, but my friend Julie Gillies has an amazing new book coming out called Prayers for a Woman's Soul. I was fortunate enough to read some of it in advance, and believe that I'm going to be giving some copies away when it's released. It encourages us to pray for ourselves—not in a selfish way, but in the knowledge that God wants us to show him our hearts. He wants the best for us, always, and it's so encouraging to know that if we pray for ourselves in a right spirit, it's not selfish—it's essential. I can't wait for all of you to read Julie's book! It's so freeing.
- I sang. I totally did. My husband laughed at me, and the nurses who walked by my pre-op room laughed and shook their heads. I'll be honest: I'm not big on Christian music. I think a lot of it sounds the same, so it's rare that a song catches my ear. But I stocked my iPod with some of the worship songs I do like to sing. And I sang. Not too loudly, but apparently loud enough for people in the hallway to hear me. I just knew that having praise on my lips just before going into surgery would calm me. Praising God in the middle of even the worst situation just brings peace and hope to my heart. I've only just discovered that, so I took full advantage of my new-found knowledge. And I totally have the patent on Hospital Karaoke© now. Don't go stealing it, yo.
Despite someone poking holes in me and taking out one of my internal organs (the thought of which is so weird, by the way), today was a great day. I knew I was loved by God and by my friends, I did things in faith that I typically wouldn't have done, and I felt the results of spending time in the Word and with God.
Has an awful day ever become a great day simply because of God's love and/or intervention or the love and prayers of those around you? I want you to tell me about it! E-mail me at thelazychristian (@) yahoo (dot) com, and I'll share some of your stories here! Be sure to send me your blog link (if you have one) and tell me how/if you want your name included.
I can't wait to hear your stories!