Infection can be a burden in more ways than one. Always a possibility, "one out of a thousand" as my surgeon told me, I hit the lotto. May 5 was not only Cinco De Mayo, it was the day I got the news. "We're going to have to go back in," after that everything was a blur.
My mind raced through the last month of my supposed recovery. How I got a second chance, how my guardian angel watched over me, and I woke up to the aftermath...recovery. A month after surgery, with a wound that would NOT close, now "they have to go back in", Lord help me!!!!
I never thought to blame anyone, I quickly moved into survival mode. Let's fix it mode.
Looking back now I see it was all Gods plan. I had some personality problems that needed fixing.
- I was an over planner, no one could have planned for this.
- I didn't want to ask for help, I was forced to ask people to help me.
God forced my self-reliance to God-reliance in every aspect of my life.
When I asked God to show me the purpose of this "new" challenge, He showed me myself. The pride, the arrogance, I needed an attitude adjustment. He took me through (still taking me) the Truth where He said, "Humble yourself before the mighty hand of God."
I'm still in training, nowhere near done, but I see the destination...heaven.