Tomorrow

 Tomorrow at this time, my surgery will be OVER.  I hope to be sitting right back here on my couch, in our newly rearranged living room for my recovery.  The TV was way too far away before, so Chuck (with the help of his brother Timmy) moved it closer for my enjoyment.  I am so looking forward to sitting here tomorrow night with this whole thing behind me.  Hopefully I'll be on some sort of very strong pain-killer and flying high in the sky  feeling much better. 

This surgery has been a long-time coming.  I've had a chronic sinus infection since March, and hopefully tomorrow it will be all gone.  It will be bliss! I am so looking forward to breathing!  No need to blab on and on about the physical logistics, it's mostly gross anyway.  

I tend to be fearful, especially when it comes to a surgeon "working" inside my face with risk to my vision, hearing, smelling, oh and meningitis.  Sigh.  THANKFULLY, I have God.  For real.  What would I do without Him?  A couple weeks ago one of our Pastors, Ed spoke an amazing message on true hope, and how we can have it.  It certainly wasn't a "three steps to have hope" message or anything, it was just truth from Romans 15. The biggest comfort to me these past few weeks has been Romans 15:13, "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."  Though I did have quite a melt down earlier this week, I have peace and joy right now, which can not be explained outside of God.  My friend Gretchen, without even knowing my Romans 15 journey, sent me an email with that very verse!  God is working!

Earlier this week my Mom sent me the sweetest care package that just floored me.  As I opened it up, I could hardly believe what was inside- a new pair of cozy PJ's!  I hadn't shared with anyone that I was secretly hoping for a new pair of PJ's for surgery.  If I feel cute, then my outlook is always better.  ;)  She also sent me a new Rachael Ray magazine, that I can't wait to dive into during my recovery!  Even though I ended up having to exchange the PJ's, Chuck patiently took me shopping all afternoon until we found just the right replacement pair, including new fuzzy slippers!  I can hardly wait for them to operate!  Ha, not quite, but the gifts certainly help my outlook.  

It has also been highly encouraging to receive calls and texts from friends and family who are praying for me.  Thank you all!  My Dad just actually prayed WITH me on the phone, and that was wonderful.  How could I ever complain about a little sinus surgery when my Dad has been busted open three different times to have his heart worked on, for crying out loud?!  I could feel my Dad's compassion for me as he prayed because he's been there.  He knows all too well the fears and junk that go along with surgery.  Sweet moment together. 

Tonight, if you're out there and happen to be reading this, please pray that I sleep well.  I'm not a good sleeper as it is, but I'd really love a good night's rest.  We will be up and at 'em by 6am, so it would be awesome to be rested up a bit.  Thank you for praying, and I'm sure I'll have a great update in a few days.  

As always, to God be the glory!