I have been out of commission since Wednesday, 3:00 AM, when I was awakened by the pain of a seemingly red-hot knife being jabbed into my left knee, and no matter what I did, starting with prayer and ending with a few choice words, nothing stopped the pain.
This is the continuing saga of Life at 80...I keep repeating that the first lesson we learn at 80 is to love and laugh.
From this experience, I accept that I need to update the first thing we learn canard.
The first lesson I learned was the last thing I thought of. I was pretty much the same me as I was when pain came before I ever heard of spiritual growth. Profane is the socially-acceptable word.
Here's my spiritual-growth lesson: Our self-centered reactions are lifted...not the pain, the reaction.
I spent that day in the VHC ER winding up with a diagnosis of Something-Something-Arthritis and an appointment with a specialist for 10:30 next Tuesday. I can live with that...by the grace of God and my good friend Jeretha who came to my aid at my first call. And stayed with me the entire time...and is ready to be there next Tuesday.
We know there is more to come...I'll try to stay out of God's way, and let life be good.
Love and laugh.
Thank you.
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