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.
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