Choose Joy in the Journey

Hello! This post comes to you from Mary's daughter, Carrie. My mom is recovering from her second knee surgery and I have come from San Diego to help mom cook and clean, and raise her spirits. My youngest daughter, Amy, has been a good distraction from PT and timers for pill taking. I overhear her playing on my mother's bed...she's clearly cheating at a game of Crazy 8's or Go Fish, but like it says in Proverbs 17, a cheerful heart is good medicine, and I can hear the cheer in my mother's voice. This time next year, I think those two will be dancing together by the Christmas tree! We love our family and being together, but we know the true healing is happening due to your prayers, and my mom thanks each one of you. She is getting better by the day, walking now and pain is being managed. We are grateful. A few weeks ago we celebrated my dad's 70th birthday with family portraits outside of Sedona, AZ. Here are a few of our favorites! Thank you for prayers for ou

If there was ever a place I never wanted to visit its Limbo.  No calm sea or happy dancing there in Limbo, just a boring pause desperate for a breakthrough.  Yet, I found myself there these last few weeks. I’ve reached the limit for healing my left knee.  I can do no more until I have the right knee replaced.  My surgical knee compensates and I walk lopsided.  Plus it hurts.  My therapist, the standup comic, throws up his hands and says:  “You are in Limb-O!” I set the date for another surgery.  That’s when the rigmarole began.   I flunked my chest X-ray.  I took it again and got the same result.  I felt like an outcast. “You are inoperable,” they said. I visited one doctor and then another.  I completed an echocardiogram.  I wondered if my primary physician would release me for my very close surgery date.  Fear set in that something was wrong with me yet I felt great.  I didn’t fit the suggested diagnosis.  Why can’t life be smooth? How to survive Limbo