I've waited days to think over the surgery because it was hard to find any precious moments. I was in a fog for a week because of the drugs, the pain has been rough, and being without my right hand has been extremely depressing, but the blessing of blogging and writing about what is happening in your life is really trying to find those hidden treasures. In doing so, I have found that spring time has come into my life in just one form. See if you agree.
Sis. Lavendar and her daughter came the second night after the surgery with dinner. She is a Spanish lady who speaks very little English, but the sweet spirit she brought into my home was so very precious that it made it through the fog I was in. Clarissa, her daughter, had made me a beautiful bead necklace. I can remember thinking that language wasn't important if you shared the feeling of love. What a precious moment that was.
I have missed being with my primary class and was so happy when Isaac's Mom called and asked if they could come for a visit. He came running in with a bag of homemade cookies and threw his little arms around my lap. I found myself still being a teacher as Isaac played with his little sister and brother. As I sat in my chair watching them while I visited with their Mom, I thought again how easy it is for me to love children. I am thankful for this precious moment in time to remind me of my goal to become as meek and mild as a little child.
Last night I found myself going into depression. I hate that dark, ugly feeling. Without saying a word, I felt like every day was the same with nothing new or exciting happening. Being homebound is not good for someone without a testimony, and I knew that wasn't me. . .BUT what was I going to do about it. In the middle of the night I woke up with the feeling that I was all alone, and that no one really cared. Satan was with me giving me these feelings and I knew that. I started praying (it was more like talking) to my Heavenly Father. Times like this can surely be called "preciours moments" as I called out for his loving care and felt that peace flow over me and heard his Holy Spirit say "and peace I give unto thee."
I've looked back on what I have written and I realize that the one word that sticks out with precious moments is love. Do you agree?
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