Most Pleasant Evening Pilgrims! LIFE INTERRUPTED, Part V. The best part of going to the hospital is going home, and rumor down the hall whispers through the wall I picked the green ball. I understand they are about done with me, and come Saturday, my ticket to ride likely gets punched... barring any unforeseen circumstances, and since none of the current circumstances were foreseen, Im creeping cautiously toward the Sabbath, depending on Gods hand to steady this tipsy cart of mismatched, mishmashed parts. (I can with a small stroke of ecclesiastical imagination see the deacons pushing a wobbly wheel barrow on stage during the opening prayer this Sunday and assembling me during Communion; the lapel mic clipped to the ceiling harness.) I get stronger everyday. Back and forth, forth and back, all hours of the night and day, I traverse this long shining hallway on one red crutch from end to end, 107 mini-steps, pausing to sit and rest on the heater box below the big bird poop-stained glass that divides my worlds. My once paralyzed hand never rests. It grabs and squeezes and pinches and pulls pillows and covers and handles and a rubber dog toy fashioned into a Dallas Cowboy, compliments of some lunatic fan (they are everywhere!). The hand bone remains tethered to its complimentary wrist bone, flexible and functional. The distal parts are A-OK. Parts arent as cooperative moving north. Muscles are firing in my forearm. The triceps are trying. Its the biceps that wont answer the bell. Still no music in the chamber between the elbow and the shoulder. Its not if, but when, the local experts swear, that you will be doing push-ups on the stairs. My shoulder is in the grip of gravity. Muscles deep in the cavity recognize the old signals, but the weight of the world rests on the top shelf plate. They, too, will soon gather courage and gain new strength and mount up on eagles wings and soar again... Or so the story goes. Im hoping and praying this shoulder has a happy ending. It may be tomorrow, next week, next month, or the forth of July; nobody knows. Im grateful it will happen at home. There remains a lot of stuff no body knows, such as, what happened? Why? What was it? What is it? In lieu of permission, is it now seeking forgiveness? Doctors say we will probably never have answers. And we wont need them, as long as I keep getting better... I give thanks throughout the day for your righteous prayers that accomplish much! Life grows more mysterious by the day. At times, I feel like a bewildered third person spectator watching me from a distance and wondering why Id do that. The lines between reality and illusion, comedy and tragedy, and this world and the other fade with each tick of the clock. I know more but understand less of what matters. But I seem more open to possibilities. Im pondering tonight Pauls ancient prescription to walk by faith and not by sight. What might that entail for you and me as we engage tomorrow and forever? I think it changes everything. It certainly fuels hope and promise, the stalwarts never failing. It reminds me, that together, God and I have it together. Fear has no hold on me. Im strong in my brokenness. I fear no evil for Thou art with me. Thank you for caring. Thank you for enduring. Thank you for love. Sandra and I appreciate the support. Ron
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 04:15:49 +0000
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