A couple of days home are good for the soul and the body. 

I am progressing, though far more slowly than would be my expectation! 

Some gems to ponder today:

How will the hair on my shaved arm know when to quit growing so it is the same length as the hair that wasn’t shaved?

It tells you something about life when you are looking forward to eating chicken broth.

A couple of weeks in the hospital messes up your sleeping habits.

A shower and a shave make you look better than you are.

In one of the previous blogs I shared about how the surgeries have not only bruised my body but they have bruised my heart and soul, too.  In these tough times of life it is then that we walk by faith regardless of what we feel.

The first night home I was lying in bed with some issues on my heart.  It was kind of like a double whammy.  The issues I was struggling with made my physical heart uneasy.  I don’t know what the lasting physical ramifications are of having been in Atrial Fibrillation, but I do know the mental ones!

I turned to the Lord, asking Him to calm my heart—in both senses of the word.  Finally with a somewhat weak, raspy voice I began to sing.  “My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine,” “Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine,” “Jesus, Lamb of God, worthy is Your Name” and who knows how many others.  And the Presence of Jesus flooded my heart and soul.  The sweetness of His Presence was real again.  And I knew I was on the mend. I got on my knees to worship and pray.

Keep trusting and keep seeking His face.  He longs for intimacy with you, just like you do with Him.  He is there, regardless of what you feel.  The feelings will return.  Healing will come.