Special thanks to my good friend Samille Posey for the sunset photo in the header and also the photo at the end of this post – both taken at “her end of the ri’vah”. Beautiful, Samille!
There is a gentleman who emails me occasionally who is a big Mackinac Island fan. He and his wife now live in the Carolinas, and among his fondest memories are days spent on the island, where he and his family go as often as possible. He contacted me the first time several months ago, with what I consider to be the sweetest “fan” letter I have ever received. I’m sorry, “L”, but it was sweet, and there is no other word for it. He encouraged me to continue writing, and without going into his professional background, I have to tell you that his encouragement was high praise.
Today I received an email from “L”, with a little story he knew I would enjoy about a fellow who has a heart for Mackinac Island like I do. And then, as only a true gentleman can do, he wished me well on my surgery on Wednesday with these words, “I see that your date with your surgeon is coming up in a few days to have whatever worked on, enhanced, removed, etc (I don’t want to know, that’s ok!)…let’s just call it “major gizzard surgery”…and both my wife Amy and I will have you in our prayers for a successful outcome and a speedy recovery.”
Well, I have to tell you, whatever moodiness had been stalking me all day got thrown right out the window with that statement. I laughed until I cried – great big ole crocodile tears streaming down my face. Major gizzard surgery! You made my day, “L”!
I’ve spent the day running from the lake to Cordele to Sylvester to Albany, and back to the lake. It was a whirlwind day, but everything is “done”. Tomorrow my plan is to spend a stress-free, quiet day looking at the water, listening to the birds, maybe taking Bear for a walk. Sometime tomorrow I will pack a small bag, call to get my scheduled surgery time, and get a good night’s sleep (hopefully).
A friend asked me today if I was worried about my surgery, and I truthfully said, “a little”. But when I opened my email tonight and read the devotional message I receive each day from “The Vine”, I had to smile – because I knew God was letting me know that He was already on duty with me for the next several days. It said, in part, “When worry comes knocking on your door, stop it on the doorstep or it will move in and take up residence. God cares about the things that worry you. In fact, He cares about them more than you do. Not one nagging, aching, worrisome, gut-wrenching, blood-pressure-raising thought escapes His notice. He watches over you day and night.” It went on to say that worry is “anything that robs you of joy, anything you can’t change, anything you’re not responsible for, anything you’re unable to control, anything that torments you, anything that keeps you awake when you should be asleep. All of that ‘stuff’ needs to be transferred from your worry list to your prayer list.” How perfect is that!
I know I have friends and family lifting prayers up this week for me. Blake, my son in China, emailed me yesterday to let me know that his friends all over the world will be praying for me also. Tonight, I feel truly blessed and totally at peace.
You know it is always harder on the one who has to wait, and Ted plans to be at the hospital all day Wednesday and will spend that night with me. My sweet husband is not a fan of hospitals, and Wednesday is not going to be easy for him. Please remember Ted in your prayers also.
Now – all that said – I’m logging off for a few days of fun and frolic in which I will get my gizzard worked on, enhanced, or removed. See you back here, good Lord willing, very soon. God bless.
“Be anxious for nothing, and give thanks for everything. Pray to God. And the peace that passes all understanding will guard your heart and mind through Jesus Christ.” Phillipians 4:6-7