Overwhelmed. The one word that sums up my Sunday morning. But it didn’t start out that way - bear with me for the next paragraph. Saturday, I was kept pretty busy by Robin and the kids. We got in late and I ate more food than I have since the surgery - including some MEAT! Thank goodness! Robin is trying to pack me full of carrot juice, barley greens and other assorted vegis which is fine, but the man has to have some meat. We got in the bed after 11 pm and I woke up almost every 1 to 1.5 hours to either use the facilities or to stand up and let things re-seat. My insides settle while I am sleeping and I have to stand up or sit up about every hour or two for a few minutes to let them readjust. Between 4 and 5 am was the worst for some reason. God gives me Grace during these times of severe cramping, etc. and I try to use the time to pray for others who I know are recovering / suffering. It is not easy, but there are so many others who are suffering way more than me. There ain't nothing fun about it. Then from around 6 to 7:30 am I fell asleep on a recliner my father-in-law loaned me and had some good sleep. Still wanting for more.
We all got up and had breakfast - carrot juice and Ezekial bread for me - but I was very weak and was questioning whether I sould go to church. I was really feeling funny. But guess what, I had already determined in my heart that I was going to church the day before - regardless of how I felt. Have you ever had to force yourself to do something you wanted to do but didn't feel like doing? It was a struggle, but well worth it let me tell you.
We arrived a little late and worship had started - I hear the music flowing out of the door of the building like a soothing liquid. I was greeted by Coach Doise with a hug (he was also one of the first people to come to my home and pray for me when I had been released from OLOL Hospital the first time). Then brother Truett Thorn greated me with a hug and a church bulliten - and then I got another from Mr. D - then I saw Pete D. - Jerome and Bubba Lee (Harris) - at this point I had lost contol of my tear ducts and I was crying (for joy) and hugged them both. Overwhelmed and out of control at this point. I had to try and regain composure so I could enter the sanctuary - but I kept seeing people that mean so much to me walking in that I continued to lose control. Eventually I made it down the isle (the same one my wife walked down almost 17 years ago) and there was sister Bea - she turned around and hugged me and here it goes again - out of control. Then there was sis. Eileen - from then on I was basically a basket case for the whole worship service. There had been a "Men's discovery Weekend" this weekend and those guys were all over the church. Well here comes Russell, Craig and Buck - the three intercessors from my Men's weekend when I had given my testimony. They pray for me and supported and strengthened me. I needed it too.
Pastor preached on progressive healing - another on the mark message. We had to leave during the alter call cause I was so spent - I mean it was all I could do to keep standing. My parents and Aunt Eva came by on the way in from Houston with the trailer - it is parked by my house for a few weeks in case we need to head back to Houston. We visited for a while.
What can I say - God is so good. Even in the midst of it all, the anchor holds. Thankyou family, church, friends and thank you Lord.