When It Rains

I’ve just returned with Alan from the hospital, and he is safely tucked in to sleep and doing well. This has not been an easy week, however…just for the record. Besides having everything stolen out of our car on Sunday, the 18th, the electricity to our garage and outside freezer and refrigerator went out on about Tuesday, and we can’t get it repaired until next Thursday, so we have cords running from the garage into our house. Thursday I was throwing out some old flowers and stepped on a stump which had rotted such that it gave way and I lost my balance. I tried to grab on to a couple of saplings, both of which had died, and so the two trees and Jill tumbled down the hill. Thankfully, I landed on my right elbow and shoulder rather than my right hip, but my arm is pretty sore! Friday morning the stove died (while I was at the hospital with Alan). Alan’s surgery, which was supposed to last 3-5 hours, ended up lasting 7.5 hours, because just as the doctor was sewing up the incisions, the needle broke off (using the DaVinci Robotic techique) and disappeared into his dark abdomen. I believe it took Dr. Lane about 2 hours of white-knuckled searching to fish out the needle. Fortunately, he was able to find it without having to open Alan up the old-fashioned trauma surgery way, and the needle hadn’t punctured anything. Many thanks to all who prayed for him! At any rate, I arrived home only to find that the house was 60° and the furnace had died. Can you believe it? At any rate, dear old Frank, our faithful furnace man, was willing to make an emergency run and now has the furnace up and running again. He just left, so I’ll hop out to the store for Alan’s meds. and then start supper. You just have to ask, “Is it me, Lord??” May we be patient in tribulation, continuing in prayer. Things could be worse. I just read a letter from a missionary friend who had recently helped a woman who was driven out of her house and her town in Indonesia because she became a Christian. Every time I feel the sting of hardship, I say to myself, “I could be sitting in a Chinese prison.” Compared to how hard many people have it, I can only be thankful. I will soon have a warm house and food on the table, and my husband is alive and may even recover!!

Blessings to you!

5 thoughts on “When It Rains

  1. Oh boy! Yesterday, I was sewing, and had the distinct impression that I should pray for you. So, with every seam pressed and every needle bobbing up and down, you were being prayed for. I had no idea how much you needed it.

    The time of trial is not the time to doubt the faithfulness of our God.

  2. Yikes! And I thought you were out of the woods after that needle made it out, and Uncle Alan got sewn back up.

    “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,  To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you,  Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations:  That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:  Whom having not seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory:  Receiving the end of your faith, even the salvation of your souls” (1 Peter 1:3-9).

  3. Kathi, We were praying for you but what a trial you have been through. We would like to stop by for a quick visit as soon as Alan feels up to it. Just let us know when that happens.

  4. I hope this week goes a lot better for you! We are soooooo happy that the doctor found that needle and pray that Alan’s recovery will progress well. He’s lucky to have a “nurse like you looking after him!
    I also pray that you don’t get sick after all that stress. God bless you both.

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