A week later....

Good evening everyone.  Are you staying warm?  It's quite chilly here in the south.  I love it.  Makes it feel like Christmas.

As I sat down tonight to write a blog post, I really didn't know what to write about.  I knew it had been a few days since I had updated but I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to post.

Then it hit me.  I knew what I wanted to say.

Have you ever had a feeling where you knew something was bad but you try to put on a cheerful face and go on?  Have you ever wanted to go in a room and scream and ask God why but you smile through the tears and stay quiet?
I know we have all felt that way at times.  This time last week, that was me.  I was so worried. So scared. So confused. So upset. My mama was in the hospital in the critical care unit.  I knew she was very sick.

I tend to be one of those people who think the worst.  I always jump to the worst conclusions. As I drove home from the hospital by myself, I prepared myself for the worst.  I mentally prepared myself to hear any bad news that could come my way.  I didn't want any surprises.  I thought through what I would tell Darbee if we got bad news.  How I would explain things.   I thought about the future.  I did. I didn't know what the next few days would hold but I wanted to be prepared for the worst.  I asked God to help me get through whatever I was facing in the days ahead.

God already knew what was going to happen. He had it under control. I became very hopeful through the week as more good news came our way and the kidney procedure worked.  Things were looking better and I had a better feeling about everything.

Now here we are a week later and I can only say Thank you to God that my mama is still here and is doing great.  She has been able to get out of the house and go shopping and to church. Something she hasn't been able to do in so long.   Her leg and hip pain is GONE! Her happy attitude is back.  She is smiling.  My mama is back.  I am so grateful.  

A week later, I am smiling but giving credit to God for it all.  Even the doctors were amazed.  They said she should have had a high fever and awful pain. She didn't.  They said if the abscess had busted she would have immediately been in a coma.  God didn't let that happen.

My God is so good.  I can't stop smiling.  My outlook is happier.  My mood is good.  Tonight I will go to bed much different than this time last week.  I am so blessed and so thankful I serve a God who still answers prayers.