Not What I Expected

Back-tracking a bit, I’d like to tell you how I spent the last day of November, and the first day of December 2013. If you read my November 12, 2013 post, then you know I began November with my 60th birthday. What few of you know is, I ended November 2013 with a fractured hip. Not even 30 days after my birthday, for goodness sake, and I’m lying in a Tallahassee, Florida gas station parking lot with a broken hip.

Let’s just say the fall was not my fault. It wasn’t really Bear’s fault, either. I’d have to say leather shoes that have absolutely no traction on their sole were the culprit.

Five hours after the fall where I was sure it was a really bad groin pull, not a broken hip, I was in the Waycross MayoMayo Clinic’s emergency room in Waycross, Georgia. A couple hours later after multiple x-rays and CT scans I was transported to a room.

I was prepped for the emergency surgery which would take place the next morning. Not what Pilot and I envisioned when we left our home the day after Thanksgiving for the two-day drive to Georgia to visit Mom for a few days. Felt more like the castaways of Gilligan’s Island and their three-hour-tour.

Although I had prayed to God that my hip not be broken the instant I landed on it, God hadn’t forgotten me. He went before me and leveled mountains and filled in valleys. He prepared the hospital for my arrival. He put in place a caring, thoughtful, wonderful staff. Because it was the weekend after Thanksgiving, I didn’t have to wait for a slot to open for my surgery.

Initially, I was told I’d have to stay in Georgia for twenty-one days for rehab before being allowed to return home.

That changed when I mentioned to the surgeon we had driven our full-sized van (something we rarely do) and promised to stay on the couch at the back  for the ride home.

We’d take as long as necessary.

I’d stop every two hours and move around to avoid blood clots.

Whatever it took. I wanted to go home. Now.

Because God is not bound by time like we are He knew before I was born I’d fall in Tallahassee, and break my hip.

He even knew the exact spot where I’d land. He prepared me for the fall by giving me the most amazing husband to care for me throughout the whole ordeal.

He gave me the strength to bounce back fast enough to leave the hospital two days after the surgery that placed three screws in my left femur.

He created me with enough upper body strength to maneuver my body on the walker until I can transition to a cane. God made a way to bring me home three days after the surgery by having us take our van.

While in the hospital God gave me opportunities to have conversations with my nurses about Him. Often, while I was sitting on the bedpan or bedside commode. Yes. I know …

Right before I left the hospital one of my nurses reminded me God gives us the strength ahead of time for everything we will endure. We just have to use that strength when times get rough and not give up.

So, if you’re in a tough spot right now remember, God’s already given you the strength you’ll need to get through whatever you are facing.

He hears us before we even ask and is already working things out. Don’t give up. Use that strength. Call out to Him.

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I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking to me about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers! Isaiah 65:24 (TLB)

I wish you well.

Sandy

Go, Knights!

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Carla Anderson

A wonderful testimony!

Alyce

God certainly took care of all the details.
So happy you are doing well!

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