It’s Better than you think

A few weeks ago while talking to one of my groups about my upcoming surgery, a gentleman said “what if it’s better than you think?”

I honestly brushed him off at first because seldom has surgery ever gone well for me. However, I began to ponder his gentle words.

What if?

Fear and trepidation gripped me before my name was called to walk the very long walk to floor 2 for pre-surgery prep.

My gracious friend prayed, I prayed.

We breathed.

A lot.

The volunteer porter was from where I lived for 13 years, a God nod that He was taking care of me as she distracted me with stories of days gone by.

I went into battle.

Battle against the flesh. Battle against the lies.

What if it’s better than you think?

My surgeon came over and held my hand.

Grace.

I woke up to my friend and no pain.

Mercy.

My roommate went to the coffee shop and bought me a coffee this morning.

Gratitude.

Kindness.

I go back to school today to learn how to take care of this new broken body.

This body that has kept me alive.

This body that He knows full well.

I sit in my hospital bed with acute awareness of the grace of God in my life.

A gratefully heart, a full ostomy bag and a warm coffee.

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be home.