You Uphold Me…

You Uphold Me…

Isaiah 41:10 NIV

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help me; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

I’ve experienced this in every season of my life. Even – especially – when I doubt the most, when I’m in unbearable pain and (like this last hospital stay) begging to die.

He is what He is. He makes me who I am.

Who am I?!

I am God’s Man!

I am a survivor through Him, here to help others survive!

I am doing, not waiting, and with Him, I am making something GOOD happen!!

He’s kept me alive through unbelievable things, and I believe that’s because he has something still for me to do. How can I refuse Him?

And I also believe

Job 42:12 GNT

The Lord blessed the last part of Job’s life even more than He had blessed the first.

There’ll be more to come on this subject…

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Life, Inter- -rupting? -vening? -fering?

Life, Inter- -rupting? -vening? -fering?

Thanksgiving remains my favorite holiday, simply because it is the time to be intentional about being grateful.

2017 will be remembered as the hardest one, though. No kidding, abdominal edema will hurt your outlook.

Abdominal edema To review, I learned all about having an ileus. It kept me in the ICU for a week, part of yet another 10-day hospital stay- I think it’s the eighth since July 2014. I’m getting the idea that I am not a very healthy guy.

I am now, however, again feeling the gratefulness I never want to lose. Today I’m feeling back on track.

I considered making this a post in the “Adventures in Downsizing” series, but didn’t because- well, because it’s not.

It was “Life, ? Interrupting? Intervening? Interfering? Interceding?” (I could go on…)

Life is what happens while you’re making other plans.

What am I to make of this break in my status quo?

It seems that the consistent part is the “inter,” the “between.” And it actually kind of fits as an ending to one act and a beginning to the next. Especially as far as where “home” is.

BTW, our closing date on the old and the new is December 20. (Pizza and beer for those who help us move!)

The question remains as to the kind of intermission this has been. All those “inter” words have roughly the same meaning.

What really matters is whether I see this is a major course correction (an intervention), or just a pause in the straight-line-journey I am on (an interruption).

We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps. – Proverbs 16:9 ESV

Of course, one way I could look at it is as a way of consuming most of the time that the red-tape of buying and selling a house includes.

Except it was far too painful to think of as any kind of vacation.

Spiritually – and I’ll be writing more about this angle – this “routine” hernia-repair-gone-wrong was an intercession. I’d lost sight of God. I’d lost sight of purpose.

And the conversations I had with the hospital pastor and my nurses (no kidding, one was named Faith) and my wife, Barb, were priceless in bringing things back into focus.

So (as in “so, what?”)

Our bodies return to the earth, and the life-giving breath returns to God. – Ecclesiastes 12:7 CEV

“But not yet. Not yet.” -Juba, Gladiator

An Unexepectedly-Long Long Weekend…

Hi All

Just wanted to make quick post to cover my absence since Nov 4.

What was planned was a hernia repair on Friday- usually an outpatient procedure. I’m on blood-thinners, so I was to be admitted during the post-op while the INR number rose again. I was thinking Monday I’d be home.

That’s not how it happened. Everything seemed well-enough by Sunday and Coumadin was restarted.

But then there was an increase of abdominal pain and sensitivity.

Monday evening, in agony, I tried to use the commode and either passed out or had some kind of a seizure. I came to surrender by dozens of medical peoples.

I landed in the Surgery ICU. Through the whole week the pain became excruciating I had one of those “you push it” pain buttons. And I used it!

Turns out what had happened was an ooze or slow leak from the surgery location, which increased when the blood thinners were restarted, filled my abdomen with fluid (blood) which had nowhere to go.

My leg swelled. Certain areas took on unrecognizable shape. Belly rock hard.

Bladder and intestine were compressed and I couldn’t “go”. I had no appetite, no thirst. Only the pain.

And this was something that could get better with time.

Like a bruise, blood fills the area. There’s pain and swelling. Colors from purple to yellow. The body has to reabsorb the fluid, in its own time.

Saturday at 3:30am swelling began to reduce and I could pee. Things are returning to normal.

I’m hoping to get out of the ICU Monday.

I’ll post more later, as this journey had a spiritual side, as well.