glimmers

Knee replacement went very well. Something that I haven’t read is how, after three months, a pain has started in my knee at night that wakes me up because it is so strong. I asked my surgeon about it and he said that it is the scar tissue, because I haven’t been moving, that is rebelling. I will have to just get up and move about so that it settles into place. This pain is as bad as the pain I had with arthritis BUT there is hope that it will let up once everything in my body heals up after that surgery.

Last night we had one of those mild thunderstorms that are so wonderful to sleep through. But my left knee was saying OUCH and my right knee was screaming OUCH and the cat had settled in on my right side and Scout was settled on my left. I slept but I kept waking up. It’s funny though, I wasn’t grouchy about waking up in pain, or because I couldn’t move, or because I was afraid of the storm. I actually was quite happy to be there and be alive. I was praising God and asking him to watch over my family and friends.

I noticed that my son-in-law had posted a sweet post about Jesus visiting a man at noon each day. He has a heart for Christ. I pray that God sends him courage and strength so that he can admit to his love for Christ and lead his family to Him as well.

For all the times that I am dejected because my family rebuffs Christ (and me) I am blessed to also know times like these last night. Glimmers of hope and assurance that they will come to know the joy of loving God, of being a child of God.

Yesterday I was able to encourage my daughter in her actions toward her in-laws. She wants them to come live with them. She keeps telling her husband that they are welcome, more than welcome, they are desired. She worries that her husband keeps rebuffing her saying that they will never come. I said, at least he knows that you want them there. And, you will be able to stand before Christ and not be ashamed at how you treated your family.

She, in the past, has told me that all that religious stuff is white noise to her. I can tell that the ‘white noise’ is changing for her and for her family. If I love them, and I do, imagine how much more Christ loves them.

My son pretends to not care about all of this. But I knew him as a child. He loved church and he loved Christ. He has seen Christ move in his life. He has chosen women who say they love Jesus and his children are going to grow up hearing about him. I pray that my son realizes the love that Jesus has for him. I hope he realizes it soon so that he won’t make the same mistakes that I did. I want him to raise his children loving God.