Just this week, we experienced three clear, special gifts that we were not expecting. I came home from school Monday to announcement one. Tuesday was two and Wednesday was three. We smile and shake our heads and thank our Father.
Twice, recently, casual friends have asked that question, "So Mike, how are you doing?" and have raised their eyebrows when he's answered, "I'm having the time of my life."
"How can you say that?" they both asked. And then Mike has explained our perspective. God has gifted us by showing us the hour glass, with its sand running through that tiny hole. That vision puts so many things in a different light. Much of the mundane day-to-day that we all stress about, well it's just not important to us. Tossing it aside liberates us to revel in our live.
Did I say THREE GIFTS? Oh, wait, there's another.
Mike met with Dr. Moore on Friday to review latest test results. She studied them and then said, "Your results are pristine. Normal. Healthy."
She prodded him because he still gets weird pain in his midsection. She said that if she had pushed on a tumor, it would have hurt. As it did not, well, then?
She suggested that Mike continues to feel discomfort from the two rather large surgeries has has had. Some stomach pain is from
wait for it
not eating well. Huh. Just like a normal guy.
If ever there was a time for a smiley face, this is it.
Last night, special friends held one of their monthly parties where the hostess and others of the culinary gifted, make homemade pizzas on bricks; others contribute random goodies; the guests range from 1 on up. Mike made the rounds of circles of friends, laughing and joking. We used to be too busy or too tired on Friday nights to visit with friends. Wasted Fridays.
On our drive up to Winona, we agreed that we are blessed beyond anthing anyone could imagine.
Have a great weekend, yourself, our friends.
Praising our Father 24/7 in northern Indiana.
Mike and Lynne
What wonderful news! I'm pleased as punch to know that Mike was recently pronouced normal and healthy. Let's keep it that way. Oh, and just so you know, the sharp pains really are part of the healing process. Mine still come out of the blue, they pinch me when I least expect it, when I'm sitting still, minding my own business and then BAM! the sharp pain grips me, no, it strangles me for a few instants. It's been 8 years since my own surgery, and the intervals in between the sharp pains are farther and farther in between. It does get better. I promise you. It's a glorious day here in Virginia and I'm on my way out to the airport. Gonna take the 140 up for a spin.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations to you and copious blessings.
I think someone needs to paint "Pristine" on the tank of Mike's new Ducatti--on the top where he can read it ;-)
ReplyDeleteWe continue to bow before our Father, the Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift, and ask Him to hold all of you in the Hollow of His Mighty Hand. May a special touch of healing from the power of the Holy Spirit continue.
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