Holding on to Him!

As I continue to recover and look back at the progress I have made, I am still just in awe of God's amazing grace! How sufficient is His grace?

It is Sunday, April 26th, 2009. I am almost at the two week mark. Making progress, slowly but surely. Grasshopper and Caterpillar have gone to Worship and Sunday School. When they return, we have lunch and talk about the sermon. Later that afternoon, I try to rest and maneuver myself to at least read some passages from the Bible about the sermon. After my devotional time, I take a short nap.

As late afternoon and evening came, I noticed some discomfort in my left side, chest area. It seemed almost like I had pulled a muscle each time I took a deep breath. It seemed more bothersome when I would recline and try to rest or sleep. Between the limited mobility of my upper body from surgery, and the pain from shingles on the back of my right leg, I had managed some unique ways to try and move myself around when I needed to get up, or get comfortable to rest. Hubby and I thought that perhaps I had pulled a muscle, and he even thought I had 'possibly' a hairline fracture of a rib. I thought, how could I do that with my limited mobility?

After dinner, the evening quickly turned into night. Everyone was tucked in and asleep... except me. I could NOT get comfortable. I went back and forth from the bed to the couch a few times. I would doze for an hour, and then awaken to the pain in my side. Each time I took a deep breath, it had begun to feel like a stabbing knife! Finally I could take another pain pill, (which at this point was only a super Tylenol!) I thought, if it is muscular, then one of the muscle relaxers they had given me before surgery should help also! At this point I knew it couldn't hurt! So I tried it. It did make me sleepy, which at 2:00 am was helpful! I dozed back to sleep. 3:00 am. I am awakened to the stabbing knife pains again. I reposition myself, and am trying not to take deep breaths. I begin to cry, which only makes it worse. I begin to pray. I cry. I weep. I am clinging to Him. I know God is my refuge. He is my strength. My Savior is my rock! I fall asleep until about 6am when Grasshopper and Caterpillar wake up. It is a new day.