Some Kind of Normal
My son came home from the hospital last Wednesday, on my
daughter’s birthday. Funny how things
work. For those of you who didn’t read my Sunday post here, he had a
stroke at the age of 36—will be 37 on the fourth of July. When I arrived at the
emergency room, his BP was 200/111.
I’ll probably reflect one day, by a blog post, how bad my son’s brain bleed was/is, his days in the ER and after. But until then...
I wasn’t going to
post today because I’m tired, but I read my Bible study today and the scripture
given made me even more grateful that I still have my son. Although my son will
probably need a lot of therapy to get back to some kind of normal, I am reminded of what a miracle life is. Each
day since the stroke, he's gained something: lifting a right leg and then his right arm and out of ‘stroke language’ a few words I understand.
Beside my son’s bed, his friend asked me if I knew why B was
recovering so well. He said, "It’s because of all the churches and people
in general who are praying." I replied, “I feel B is covered
by a blanket of prayer.
I’m reminded of many things in times like these.
Today it's because of the Bible scripture I read, “For this reason I kneel before the Father…..” Kneeling before God to receive his wonderful
love and healing can take many forms: closed eyes, bowed head, literally on
your knees, hands held, swelled heart of hope and love, meditation, a prayer. “…
I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through
his Spirit in your inner being,…” It still amazes me the strength I draw from “experiencing”
God, especially when I think there is no strength to be found in me. “And I
pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s
holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,…(Ephesians
3:14,16,17 NIV).” And I do, nearly always, feel the immeasurable love of
the God. And when I don’t feel it—it’s because I turned away.I’ll probably reflect one day, by a blog post, how bad my son’s brain bleed was/is, his days in the ER and after. But until then...
- Millie is growing. Still biting. Learning tricks. Becoming a clown with an attitude. Will post a picture soon.
- I’ve written a couple more short stories.
- I’m on edit #two of Body Bags, a short story anthology.
Comments
thank you for stopping in today! blessings to you and yours.
When Hubby was in the hospital I could feel all of blogland praying. Feel that now.
So sorry to hear of your son's stroke. Praying for his full recovery. God is good and he is covered by blankets of prayers. Plural. You take care of you. Keep writing those delightful twisty stories. Love them! Hugs.