I was really frustrated last night. No, not at hubby. At my little sister. Her hubby (who often makes her feel worthless) caused her to cancel surgery on her arm. Her surgery was scheduled for this morning, and when I text'd her last night to ask what time was her surgery, she responded that she had cancelled it. For the third time, mind you. First time, her hubby made her cancel. The second time he fussed because it interferred with his timing of them going to Florida for the winter. And this time, he fussed that 'you said it wasn't hurting that bad so you don't need it done now'. Needless to say, I called my little sister and we had a 'discussion'. I may have spoken some words I should not have spoken. I may have said some things that I should not have said. But I convinced her that she needed to get this surgery completed so that her arm could heal. (She had fallen last fall and torn ligaments in her upper left arm to where she could hardly use it.) I even gave her an example (whether true or not) that in a few years she will look in the mirror and see that her left arm has shriveled up (gotten smaller) because she couldn't use it much without pain. Now she is very self-conscious about her appearance, so this struck a nerve. She had called at 5:05PM and had said she was cancelling. By the time we got through with the conversation, I had convinced her to go through with it. After all, she had done everything prior needed for the surgery. You don't cancel surgery the night before because someone else doesn't want you to inconvenience them. (They had put up their above ground pool and it had mildew... well, SOMEONE has to scrub it out, and it won't be him!) She called the hospital after our conversation and told them she would be there; ignore her first phone call. So, long story short, God woke me at 2:30AM our time (5:30AM their time and she had to check in at 6AM) and I started praying that she would get there in time, that she would still be on the schedule for surgery, that she would get the surgery done. I received a text from her hubby a little bit ago that she was out of surgery (took 1 hr 15 min) and should be able to go home in an hour or so... and "it wasn't as bad as they thought it was". She will hear about that now, I'm sure. I don't care. She needs to put herself first once in awhile and she has been injured since she fell last fall. She still carries a huge hematoma on her hip from falling several years ago - the hospital wanted to drain it while she was in the ER and her hubby told them no, she was fine. So now she still has a huge blob, that has now congealed, on her hip. A whole 'nother story! So whatever I said caused her to get the surgery she needed and now hopefully she will get some other surgery that she needs done too. I guess sometimes getting angry and frustrated is a good thing.
I found out something 'fun' yesterday. At work, one of the directors and I got to chatting back and forth and he commented on my use of the 'reckon' and said it reminded him of when he lived in Texas. I responded that I was born in Tennessee and proudly claim my heritage. He came back that his parents lived in Pikeville, TN and he was wanting to move there. That got our conversation started for sure - I have relatives that live in Pikeville, TN! I gave them their names; perhaps his parents have run into them - after all, Pikeville isn't that large a town. It could happen. It was fun chatting with him. Tennessee is a beautiful green state. It's been 40 years since I have been back there to see any of my relatives. My two brothers have made trips back specifically to see relatives, but I haven't, especially with living out here. But my cousins and I keep in touch via messenger and facebook. It's fun to reflect back with some of them about our 'Granny". I have so many fond memories of her.
My hubby is doing much better. He plans on driving to meet up with his friends tonight. He did get on the treadmill yesterday and walked, holding on to the side. If he will do that some every day, he will build up the strength in his legs. I even got on the treadmill yesterday! AND I could mark on my accountability sheet that I did. :-)
Oh Oh OH!! Someone sent me an article recently about taking a banana peel and letting it sit in a jar of water 24-48 hours - and then pour it over tomato plants. Since the only tomatoes I've been getting have been off my little tiny cherry tomatoes, and the others were looking pretty wilted, I thought what have I got to lose? So I did that; I put the banana peel in a jar of water the other day. Sunday I poured it over my tomato plants; a little in each one. Yesterday I went out to put more on them and I could not believe how healthy my plants looked! Now to see if they will start producing as they should! There was one plant that a few days ago had a small tomato on it - green, still growing. Yesterday I couldn't find it. I don't know if someone picked it or what - it isn't on the ground, it isn't half eaten, it just isn't on any plant. Now if I go out today and find it, I'm going to think that I'm losing it for sure!
I think today is going to be a 2 or maybe 3 cup coffee day. Awakened at 2:30AM to pray, my head is starting to ache some because I want to go back to sleep - but it is nearly time to sign in to the work computer. I know I can take a nap later, and I just might do that. But, my first cup of coffee is already all gone so I know I need at least a second cup. Soon. Praying that I can be clear-thinking today and able to get some things done I need to do for work.
Psalm 9:2 (NKJV): "I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High."
Have you ever taken a moment just to be happy to be alive? (Think about the alternative!) It is good to be alive (regardless of circumstances going on), because in this life, we have the pleasure and the joy to rejoice in Jesus and the sacrifice He made for us. We CAN sing praise to Him name, for He alone is Holy. He alone is our Redeemer, our Sanctifier, our Righteousness. When we turn to Jesus, we are clothed in His Righteousness. Life can't get better than that - unless we are with Him.
Lean into Jesus and just tell Him "thanks, Lord, for taking care of us".
Blessings!
