Two Weeks Home and First Walk on the Lane

Ever notice how much more intensely you appreciate something you’ve not been able to enjoy for a while? Last night Abishai had a run in with a skunk and was banished from the house. I felt so sorry for him this morning that it inspired me to take my first walk down the lane, not only for the much needed exercise, but to give the dear fellow a little company. No one has the time to walk as slowly as I have to walk on a routine basis…nor would I want them to have to, since the mosquitoes are very bad just now. What makes for an idyllic woodland setting for looking out the window makes for a pretty dismal walk for the lame traveler who can only kill mosquitoes on her leg by slapping them with her cane! (I did kill two that way, however, without even falling over!) At any rate, bugs aside, it was a gorgeous morning, and the black raspberries and mulberries are beginning to ripen, so there was much to tempt me along on my little jaunt. Our lane is 0.3 miles to the gate, so once up and down was a very minimal start, but a good one! It felt just great to be outside again: to see the turtles in the swamp and the bunnies and deer. Funny how everything seems just a little more colorful and wonderful when you’ve been away for a while. I guess that’s what “home sweet home” is all about!

X-rays, Anyone?

Well, I passed my (almost) two week inspection this morning. The X-rays showed that Dr. Golladay did an incredibly good  job of placing everything, so the scans look like demo pictures, and the bones look good and strong. I’ve been sleeping a frightful amount, but beyond waking up enough for a meal or two each day and devotions, I have been practicing my puny exercise routine like a fiend, and that’s definitely paying off too! The doctor graduated me from a walker to a cane (as soon as I can find one) and says that within two more weeks I should be able to walk about like a normal human being. Wouldn’t that be lovely? I trust that means without a cane or a limp, and then it’s up to me to practice walking every day to build up my stamina. Too bad I live at the end of a bumpy gravel road rather than a nicely paved sidewalk, but maybe if I survive that will put me in better stead for hiking in the hills and vales of Europe some day!

Hurray for modern medicine, skilled surgeons, and a great God who can bring us through trials if we’ll only let him. One of my favorite lessons from this past year’s Beth Moore Bible study on the book of Daniel  includes the idea that God will always deliver us. Sometimes it’s from the fire (avoiding a trial that we anticipated), which strengthens our faith; sometimes it’s through the fire (enduring a difficulty), which deepens our faith, and sometimes it’s by the fire (taking us home to heaven) which perfects our faith. May we keep trusting him no matter what the preposition!