Good Â morning to you all.
I decided that even though I wanted to hide in a closet eating cookies and waiting out the week since it started so horribly yesterday, I knew that I needed to get on here and post and tell you about my MONSTER Monday. 🙂
As many of you know, my day literally started with carnage.
Six baby bunnies, all around 8 weeks old, dead from fright or something that tried to pull them through the wire early in the morning. It was horrific to deal with, and devastating to see something that you raised from birth end in such a sad and horrible way.
Then we rushed the last living baby into the house, warmed him up, fed him Pedialyte, and were starting to think he was going to pull through, a bright spot in a bad bad morning.
Only about an hour after he started hopping around weak as he could be,
he suddenly had a seizure and died in my hands.
It broke my heart.
My sweet girls cried over him, and we thanked the Lord for the sweet time we had had with him.
And THEN, just literally minutes after my husband had left to dispose of the remains, I get a phone call from the nursing home telling me that my mom had a “staph infection” in her new knee from surgery and they were sending her to the ER locally by ambulance. They were very concerned, could I meet her there?
Dear friends gladly took my children, my husband loaded me up in the car, and we drove on rainy slick roads to the ER. Once I got there and took one look at her leg, I started calling friends and family to pray for her. As in RIGHT NOW, please pray for my mom.
Prayer chains started, she was in a good mood, but next thing I know they are whisking her off for ultrasounds, doing labs, putting in an IV port, etc. I can tell she is in pain, and her leg is red, inflamed, looking pretty ugly. Doctor tells us he thinks it is staph, and the site is probably pretty sore.
We keep praying.
And you know, something occured to me while I was sitting in that quiet hospital room, watching her sleep, nothing to distract me from thinking.
I had time, and energy to pray for her. It was not just ALL I could do, it was one of the best things I could do right then. So I did.
Well, fast forward a couple hours and the doc comes in rather puzzled. The labs had come back, and there was no infection. Period. Anywhere. Forget that high temp when she came in or the redness and swelling, she had no infection.
Next it was looking for blood clots. He was sure that was the answer, as they are common after this kind of surgery, and especially with diabetic patients.
So we prayed, specifically.
And guess what? This time he is even more puzzled.
No clots. Everything looks great.
So what does that mean? It must mean that one of the arteries in her leg, deep inside the calf, needs to be checked because it has probably collapsed, flooding the leg with blood but not allowing it out.
So, he ordered the tests, and we prayed.
And passed it on.
So what happened, right? Would I go through all this to string you along and not tell you the end of the story? Nope. I want you to know the steps we went through.
Hours, literally after being in this room, the doctor comes in and tell us:
“I really just dont know what to think. There is no infection. No clots. Her arteries look amazing even for someone much younger than she is. The wound looks fantastic, her muscle tone is fantastic, and honestly, all I can say is that this patient has significantly improved in the short time she has been here. And I can not explain it. But I can tell you that it is unusual, and that I am thrilled to send her home, with nothing more than telling her that she needs to take the next day or two to completely rest, with no physical therapy, and gaining some strength back.”
And totally awesome.
And that, dear friends, was the silver lining in my major storm clouds yesterday.
It was in taking my mamma back to the nursing home in the pouring rain, and thanking God for stepping in and stopping what could have been something really ugly. For listening to so many people praying for her, for encouraging me with different memorized verses throughout the day that all spoke of hope and healing.
Â Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid;Â do not be discouraged,Â for theÂ LordÂ your God will be with you wherever you go.â€
It may rain, and it may pour, but without those moments, we would never have silver linings.
Hope you have a wonderful Tuesday.
Blessings to you and yours,
“1 The LORD is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The LORD is the defense of my life; Whom shall I dread?
2 When evildoers came upon me to devour my flesh, My adversaries and my enemies, they stumbled and fell.
3 Though a host encamp against me, My heart will not fear; Though war arise against me, In