Fifty-five days…
I am writing to you today from my hospital bed. Yep, that’s what I said. My hospital bed…
I’ve told you before that my back has been hurting. I’m pretty stubborn and never saw a doctor. After wrestling my turkey on Thanksgiving morning, I noticed pain in my left arm. After that, my jaw began to throb, and a heartburn-like heat spreading across my chest woke me at 3:30 am. It was time for the ER. Ugh 🙁 They have started running tests, which so far have all come back okay. But, my doctor has decided to admit me as a precaution.
Though “almost 40” is not old, it’s clear I’m no kid anymore. I think the pain is a pulled muscle; however, better safe than sorry. There is nothing like being offered nitroglycerin a short 55 days before turning 40. Wow, that sucked the youth right out of me!
However, on a more serious note, this is just another opportunity to trust God. Just like I married my husband with the promise to love throughout sickness and health, I promised God I would trust Him through sickness and health. No matter how much fear creeps in, I will trust! Tomorrow I’m going to give you a quick peek at my book again. The next chapter focuses on how fear always had a way of trying to control me. Until then…
Oh, by the way, never trust the weight a hospital bed claims you are. There is no way Tom Turkey put that kind of evil on me!
