I sure did hit the road running this week! I went back to work on Tuesday, exactly two weeks since my surgery. Long, long day. However, at least one session was a wonderful victory and a great blessing. God showed up, no doubt about it. So that set me up for a good day, and a good week, at work. I actually felt better on Thursday evening than I thought I would, although I have to admit I was glad to close down the work week!
On Friday morning, I finally got the staples out of my incision. (This is not a picture of me, just a good picture of what a stapled incision looks like.)
There were 15 staples–the nurse counted as she removed them 🙂 No pain involved in this procedure, and I was glad to say goodbye to the last of them.
From there, we grabbed a quick lunch and then went down to my church, where I was looking forward to the first session of teaching The Merchant of Venice to a class of high school students at our homeschool co-op. What a great bunch of kids! Not all of them are thrilled to be studying Shakespeare, but they’re philosophical about it. I hope, by the time we’re finished, that they’ll have a little more optimistic attitude about The Bard. Some of them, to my delight, are quite excited about this unit.
By the time we got home, I’ll have to admit that I was weary. It’s only 2 1/2 weeks from surgery, and I do need to be careful. It just feels so good to NOT have any pain that I tend to do more than I should.
Today, Saturday, I got a haircut and ran a couple of errands, came home and baked a blueberry pound cake for a gathering this evening. What a great time we had. This is a group of senior adults from our church, and they are delightful. None of them are “old.” We laugh, we enjoy each other’s company. The party is hosted every year by a couple who have a lovely back yard, and who do a lot of work to get things ready for the influx of guests. It was cool this evening, and I was glad for the afghan I had decided to take at the last minute. By the time we got home, I was more than ready for bed.
I had one more thing to do, though, and this is it. I started writing these Sunday posts on Saturday evening some time ago, so that I’m not so rushed on Sunday morning. It’s a bit of a ramble this week, with no particular aim. Life is good, with its ups and downs. There are highs and lows. There is pain and relief from pain. There is joy, there is sorrow; there is fear and doubt, but there is also great peace and confidence in knowing that God has it all in His hand.
With every day that passes—and I have far fewer days left to live than I have already lived—-I am thankful for the presence of God in my life; for His promises, His love, His patience, and His strength. It is true that “I can do all things through Christ, Who strengtheneth me” (Phil. 4:13).