Ice Ice Baby!

Ice and coffee. Interesting combination. Since my transplant three weeks ago, ice has become my new best friend. J brings me coffee every morning in bed... with a bag of ice for my leg. Chattering my way through my most loved drink..... not the iced coffee I dreamed of, but combined non the less. I think J secretly gets a kick out of hearing my teeth chatter at 6am. Seems my entire day revolves around ice... It follows me everywhere (thanks J).

I had a sobering phone call from my surgeon today. I was invited to go with a friend of mines non-profit to Uganda in May so I called to get the ok... or not ok. He said no. Flat out... no. Apparently he thinks I may need a cane to walk in May and June in the US.... let alone in Africa. And its too soon after transplant. That simple. If something were to go wrong..... I'd be in big trouble. Bummed.... but not deterred. Next time he calls I think I'll send him to voice mail..... Or out for a bag of ice.

I've never been a big fan of the "spaces in between." I like action. I like movement. I like having something to do. And clearly that is the antithesis of my current status. The Lord wants me on my tush... and He keeps telling me to be still and trust Him. And I do. Whole heartedly.

Excerpt from Jesus Calling

Thank Me for the conditions that are requiring you to be still. Do not spoil these quiet hours by wishing them away, waiting impatiently to be active again. Some of the greatest works in My Kingdom have been done from sick beds and prison cells. Instead of resenting your limitations of a weakened body, search for My way in the midst of these very circumstances. Limitations can be liberating when your strongest desire is living close to Me.

Quietness and trust enhance your awareness of My Presence with you. Do not despise these simple ways of serving Me. Although you feel cut off from the activity of the world, your quiet trust makes a powerful statement in spiritual realms. My Strength and Power show themselves most effective in weakness.