Sunday, November 20, 2016

A Gift from My Nook

               The second day after Larry’s total knee replacement surgery, he texted me about 8:30 in the morning that he might be dismissed. I was still in bed at our daughter’s house and reading his message woke me with a fright. Flashbacks of his dismissal from the hospital after his first knee replacement surgery swept through my mind.  When we had arrived home from his first surgery, his pain level had worsened so much so that we contacted his surgeon who was unavailable at that time. We managed to speak to the doctor on call and eventually received stronger pain medication. Then, beside the pain, there was concern about blood clots. Consequently, these memories created anxiousness within me when Larry said he might be dismissed, a day earlier than anticipated.
               I hurriedly dressed, packed my bags, and drove to the hospital. When I arrived, Larry was resting in bed.  I must have looked in disarray because he asked if I were okay.  I confessed that I felt anxious, especially with the possibility of his being dismissed.  Selfishly, I wasn’t prepared to be the home “nurse” quite yet.
               As I struggled with these concerns, I felt my spirit struggling as well. In my haste to get to the hospital, I had failed to release my misgivings to God.  In fact, the words from one of my favorite Bible verses, Psalm 18:2, kept eluding me, and this frustrated me even more. Trying to pull my emotions together, I found comfort from the morning sun’s warm rays as I sat in a chair near the window in his room.  I glanced at Larry who had fallen asleep.  In that solemn atmosphere I remembered I had a copy of the Bible on my nook. Immediately, I grabbed my nook from my purse, woke it up, and selected the Bible from my library.  When the page opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Psalm 18:2 stared at me from the screen. “The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.”  Oh my…the verse I was struggling to remember appeared before me. To me it was a small miracle, a gift from God, as though He had selected the page for me. I was genuinely in awe of God’s goodness!!  I read the verse over and over and praised my Father for His Presence. I continued to read and rest in the LORD.
               When Larry woke from his nap, it was mid-morning and no definite word of his dismissal was mentioned. In fact, the entire south wing of the hospital where his room was located seemed rather quiet. A CNA entered and checked his vitals as well as his pain level. She then commented that she had heard that he might be going home. With her comment, I asked Larry if he felt he was ready to be dismissed. He, too, was somewhat apprehensive. We had nothing to do but wait.
               Lunch time arrived. While Larry ate his food, I left the hospital, not only for lunch but also to process what lay before us.  After buying my food, I parked the car in the hospital parking lot, ate, again thanked God for showing me the verse, and relaxed.  All the various emotions of the morning had tired me.  Then, as I rested, I was reminded of a text I had recently received from my Christian soul sister in Hong Kong. She had expressed her concern for Larry’s surgery and for me as well.  In fact, she said she had asked her colleagues to pray for us too. With that reminder of prayer and the support of her words plus the prayers of other prayer warriors, my body and my mind were filled with an unexplainable sense of peace. Sitting alone in the silent car refreshed my soul. Hope returned! I knew without a doubt that God would give me the strength, the energy, and the patience I would need to help Larry through the weeks of recovery. After all, He is my ROCK!!!
               As it turned out, Larry was not dismissed that day because his PT session did not go well and his pain level had risen.  He stayed one more night and was dismissed the next day. Both of us were better prepared, thanks to God who was involved throughout our ordeal. He was the “ behind the scenes” guy, orchestrating all things for our good: prayers and support of family and friends, the successful surgery and the care of the health providers, the special Bible verse, the comforting peace, the reassurance of His Presence, and much more.  He had known our needs before we did and had followed through with His faithfulness, His protection, His care, and His love.

“It shall come to pass that before they call, I will answer; and while they are still speaking, I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24

“In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.” Psalm 94:19