There are hard days… days so hard I wonder why I signed on for them. Had I not undergone the three brain surgeries, I would probably not be alive — or certainly not functional.I know my conscious decision for surgery made my life possible and sometimes when I am struglling most I doubt the wisdom of that decision.
And then there are good days… really good days like yesterday. Some of the most simple things remind me why I signed on.
I went to church and it was good. I was able to worship my Creator. The preaching was about the call of Moses… and it reminded me that the call is not always easy or simple, but it comes with responsibility and blessings. And perhaps silly but most touching, my oldest called me for advice about going to her first baby shower without me. She wanted to know about proper etiquette in gifts, etc. It blessed me because she trusted me and sought me out. It was good. I am delighted I was there to be sought out.