In the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye.

I sat in the waiting room today for my 10 day post-op check up. Me and J... just sitting there. My leg propped up on the chair next to me and my body slinked back...resting on the love of my life, who never fails me. He has once again stepped up to the plate and has taken complete care of me. Even in the hospital, 3am, telling the nurses what I needed and watching every move they made as I slept in a drug induced slumber.... oblivious. And at home, removing every obstacle that inhibits my new sticks that have to do the job of my right leg for the next 3-4 months.

In the blink of an eye.

While sitting in the waiting room I began to weep. I was one of the lucky ones? As I looked around at the people who were missing limbs. Who DID have bone cancer. Who didn't hear the word benign out of our surgeons mouth. Who didn't have their rock there with them in the waiting room. Who were missing a foot. And one leg completely. And I escaped with a benign tumor and a knee femur part.

In the blink of an eye.

I'm used to waiting rooms filled with athletes, weekend warriors, over achievers, and people who bore their injuries like a trophy that reflected their life of competition. Yep... used to that waiting room. But this one... this time... this group.... I'm not used to this room. I think to myself; how did I end up here?

In the blink of an eye,

I begin to weep in my chair. I close my eyes and pray. For each of us. For each of them. For the Doctors. For the families. I am blessed. We are all blessed.  I know my Father.  Do they know The Father? Do they talk to Jesus too? Do they know how much God loves them? Do they know how jealous He is for them?

In the blink of an eye.

I meet with my surgeon, he smiles and says it was a beautiful surgery. Couldn't have gone better. The best possible outcome. He is well pleased. And I think ... Praise You Lord, Thank you Lord. In the blink of an eye.... my road could have been so different.

In the blink of an eye.

I get a flash of the reality that a young person has lost their life here on earth. And I now have part of their femur. In the blink of an eye... they were here, and now they are not. And I am; healthy and recovering. Fair? Lord, I trust You. Jesus you are in control. Jer 29:11 recites over and over in my head.

In the blink of an eye.

I am reminded that I have been put on this earth not to recite daily rituals... day in and day out. But to be set apart. That I didn't choose Him, He chose me. That orphans, water, and Africa, and the underserved have been ingrained in my soul by the Creator of the Universe, the Author of my days. And as I think about the family that grieves as I rejoice in the donors great generosity... A fire reignites in me to give. Give generously, abundantly, and sacrificially. To give because Christ is in me. To give because my heart has been captured by a Savior who has produced "overflowing joy" welling up in "rich generosity." (Radical). To give radically as my donor did, and as our Father did for us all. Lord, be glorified.