I just had surgery, it was my 14th, to be exact. This time they moved two nerves in my right hand and in my elbow.
I was speaking with my Dad last night about it and he asked me if the surgery was a success? I stated that I did not know yet, as at that very moment, it hurt like the dickens and sure didn't feel like a success. He then, pointed out the obvious. Let me back up a second, so you may drive down this conversation with me...
My Dad is the chief at putting things into perspective, possibly where I gained my love for putting life in to perspective and terms for the layman. I'll call it Doctrine for Dummies. I'm not a new believer but my strong suit is not the Old Testament and I sure am not good at memorizing scripture. But my Dad and Mom both, are good teachers, planting seeds long ago for which fruition has taken hold, with my maturity. I must be honest, though. There were times, many times, where my Mom and Dad would tell me something or try to use example and teach me. I thought it, often, went in one ear and out the other. Thank God for ear wax. I do think a good portion of it stuck in my brain and was placed in my soul for future reference. Then, I went through crisis after crisis, trial and tribulation and that was all before Prison. Once I was safe, behind prison walls, no escape from myself, through drugs and drinking, I fell upon my knees and cried a soulful cry, a cry so deep and mournful, God heard it, all the way in heaven. I do believe he commanded my Word Garden, that spot in my soul, that the Word was placed in storage, to root and grow. As I prayed for the knowledge to get through such a horrific event and that part of my life, being in Prison, away from my children, our Lord allowed the Spirit to speak to, comfort me and cultivate the Word that had been sewn.
I am already healed, Praise the Father!