(Post I began on Monday…)
Sitting for another day in this hospital room has become the norm for me. Actually the hours have passed quickly…I really have no concept of time, it seems anymore. Minutes run into hours, and hours into days. I had to really think about what day it was earlier this morning. It’s Day 4 in here.
(Finishing post on Tuesday…Day 5)
I wasn’t able to finish my post yesterday, due to many interruptions. One being many friends, another being our doctor.
Things are progressing for Ali. Infection in her colon has caused it to be inflamed. Nothing else has shown up on the cultures, including anything bacterial. She has eaten only liquids and a small bowl of mac & cheese last night. We both want to go home. But definitely not before she’s ready to.
During the morning prayer over the speakers in the hallway, this morning I heard the woman who was praying say, “You can rest knowing you are where you are supposed to be.” That’s really all I heard. I guess that’s what I needed to hear. It’s hard not to question God’s timing, His Sovereignty, His plans when they seem upside-down and backwards. But together, our family is trusting Him, even if we have questions for Him.
I’m tired. This morning I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed. I can’t wait to walk into our home. I can’t wait to rest in the peace that is found there. And I know Ali is ready to go home too. Today will tell a lot. I’m praying for God’s will to happen today.
I’m where I’m supposed to be. I’m standing on that encouragement today!
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