Home from the Hospital

I’m home :)

Abdominal myomectomy surgery went well.

I shared a room with an elderly woman (83 years old) who had a distended stomach. My friend Mary stopped by and handed the lady’s daughter a Gospel of John. As soon as Mary left, they threw the little booklet in the trash and made “what kind of nerve she has” type comments.

What I found to be sad and interesting was that they kept mentioning God. “Thank God you’re still alive. Thank God they were able to drain your stomach,” etc.

We often think of taking God’s name in vain to mean usage as form of swearing. But, the same can be said for empty use of His name.

After my roommate’s family left, I asked her how I could pray for her – she gave me a little list. Feeling better soon, to know what to do about her family (they wanted her to move in with them), etc. I let her know that I had a moment and I’d be happy to sit next to her an pray with her for those things. She said she was “too upset to pray” but she thanked me for praying for her.

I gave her my card in case she wanted to contact me.

The rejection of God was really sad and apparent. It was as if God was giving her a final opportunity to trust in Him, and she was rejecting Him.

Well, I’m starting to drift back asleep here.

Feeling alright. Sore. Tired. Glad to be home.

Thanks again for your prayers..