Saturday February 27

Saturday, February 28

Details:
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Moved to semi-private room. Still mostly resting, eating little.

Thoughts and Encouragement:

The next day brought special encouragement when two of my four children were able to come to see us. What an amazing thing in life when after spending so many years doing whatever you can to comfort your children, the tables are turned and they now comfort you. What a blessing to know they all love their Daddy, are concerned for us both and do what they can to help and support. Sweet kids and a blessing to Jeff and I. The Lord knew, however, a special medicine for me that I hadn’t thought about. It came in the form of a cuddly, grinning little four month old grandboy. Such a comfort to this grand mamma’s heart to be able to hold him and smile with him. When so many things in my world are difficult right now having him snuggle into my neck and suck his thumb as he goes to sleep is so right. Thank you, Lord.

Jeff’s condition is still about the same. Lots of pain, lots of pain relief, and a groggy, sleeping husband. That’s fine right now. I don’t want him to hurt. I’m glad he’s resting. It gives his body a chance to recover from the accident and begin the slow process of healing, which, we are finding out, will definitely be “slow” and a “process.” One question that immediately has presented itself concerns movement. With only one good leg, and because of broken ribs a difficulty using his arms, how will he move from one place to another? Crutches are out. Simple solution: wheelchair. How does he get from the chair to the bed, couch or toilet? How does he get from the chair and into the car and back again? Even with help, how do we pick him up without causing pain? Whoa, baby. I see a long and interesting journey ahead. But I don’t see us walking it alone. Already the Lord has sent so many wonderful people and their offers to help have been such a blessing. I rest in the Lord’s care.

What does it mean that as I sit in a hotel room at 4:30 in the morning typing on my computer and slowly a ladybug crawls into my view on the wall? Are lady bugs even supposed to be around this time of year? In a motel room on the eighth floor in downtown Atlanta? God sent me that ladybug. I’m not sure why. Speculation is scary. And I don’t want to “force” a meaning. They are supposed to be lucky, I think. But since I know the Lord is with me, luck’s not even necessary. Must be something else. I’ll wait and see. Meanwhile, I’ve captured it and will release it outside.