In my last post I wrote about looking back and treasuring each day God gives me. That was close to being my very last blog post ever. Just two days later, after the Sunday morning church service, I began experiencing the worst abdominal pain of my life. Steven rushed me to the hospital where I underwent countless tests and eventually a full abdominal exploratory surgery which showed that my intestines had been perforated in two places during the laproscopic procedure that had been done earlier this month. The repairs were made, and after seven excruciating days in the hospital, I came home.
I don’t have the strength or words to express what this has been like. I know that everything is a part of God’s plan. I know that He has given me the most amazing man in the world who has been by my side through every dark moment. I know that each day is full of new challenges, pain, and frustration. Most importantly, I know that my Saviour has never left me alone. He is holding me in the palm of His hand, and that’s the very best place for me to be.