Firestarter

We have started attending a new church (new to us), called The Gathering. It meets in a high school fairly close to our home and is smaller and a bit more 'intimate' in terms of size which you all know how important that is to me. Anyway, the pastor preached this weekend about 'Igniting the Fire' within us and to help spread that fire.

I haven't felt much like a fire starter lately, as a matter of fact I've felt drenched and doused with not only water, but fire retardant materials. It's been downright cold where I've been walking.

...yet as I sat in that auditorium and praised God and listened to this pastor speak, he reminded us that (in the words of a very old praise song)...it only takes a spark.

If we have but a spark...or are just kindling...or have just the heat from the fire, we can be grown into a raging inferno. So as I feel my kindling begin to be fanned, I feel the beginnings of a small flame and all the hope that surrounds that renewal.

It helps that my surgery recovery is progressing so well. I feel really good. I still take a few naps a day and realize I am NOT fully recovered, but I'm getting there. I'm resting and 'renewing' not only my body...but my mind.

God really did have this all planned out for just a time as this.

Have a week filled with the fire of God's Spirit!

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

I came home yesterday and while I did sleep most of the afternoon and evening away I'm feeling much better already today.

The doctor believes the procedure was successful and they were able to go laparoscopically which is a HUGE answer to prayer, no huge incisions. My stay overnight was uneventful and while the food was HORRIBLE, the nurses were wonderful and it made me appreciate my family and friends even more.

I took a short walk to the end of the street today and it was tiring, but I feel so much better than I ever dreamed I would.

I'll check in again in a day or so.

Love and blessings to you all and thanks from the bottom of my heart, for the prayers. I felt each one!

Fear Not

Tomorrow's the surgery date.

I'm not afraid...not really.

Mostly just tired from all the overtime I've been working.

I'll be at home for 6-8 weeks, so plenty of time to rest. Hopefully I will make time to find some writing inspiration too!

Prayers welcome...

Blessings from the other side of the scalpel.