Headed Back to New Normal,Texas

     My husband and I are headed back to New Normal for his surgery on Thursday.

Note: God does manage the element of time. I see those of you reading my blog posts as friends; therefore, I willingly open the door to our lives. To all of you that I know through your words of encouragement and prayer, I feel as if I have known you forever. God took this short amount of time that I have known you , and He enhanced it, He set it in double-time.

     This is what I have learned in the past few weeks.

That my mind limits the power of God and that it is often a contradiction in terms.

I imagine God coming in , sort of as a relief pitcher, to save the day, to get the win at the end, to be involved in the final, magical healing of whatever one needs.

That’s not it at all. 

That is nowhere near what it is. The contradiction in what I think God does or is interested in doing is so far removed from what actually happens.

What actually happens is that God works through others.

Through the member of our church ,who is a registered nurse, who has never done home health but signed on because it is my husband.

Through the people who know what a coyote I am (South Texas term for an extremely private person- a loner of sorts), and they come anyway.

It would be like looking across a lake and seeing someone drowning and saying, “ Don’t look now but Laura is drowning, but she is PRETENDING that she is NOT- act like you don’t see her.”

Again they come anyway, and I squirm ,and I am so glad they did.

God happens through the flowers that were brought to our house this afternoon, that were part of Sunday’s church service, with a card attached that reads:

These flowers have been on the altar of St. Matthew’s Church. They have heard the hymns that have been sung, the prayers that have been prayed, and the sermon that has been preached. Now with their silent message, they come to you with love.

God is in my home and the solace we feel here, and God is in the rain shower that blessed my yard today.

God sat on my front porch this afternoon with my husband, my father, and I as we drank iced tea and talked about our pecan tree in the front yard.

These are all things part of God’s healing hand in my husband’s recovery, and he will recover.

So what I learned in the last few weeks is that the God of my understanding knows that pitching a no hitter – saving the game- is sometimes the best way to get someone’s attention ( my attention in fact) , but that is not all He is capable of doing.

The contradiction is that all of that winning at the end is really the small stuff.

It is more about what leads up to it all- the day to day human touches and gifts of love and caring- that really count.