THIS IS HOW WE ROLL

     My sweet husband is in surgery and it is my turn to wait. It feels quite different on this side of the operating room. I can't say that I like it. Being a caregiver is going to be a change for me. I have grown very dependent upon Steve over the past 18 months. From foot surgery through chemotherapy and hip surgery, he has been there cheering me on every slow and painful step along the way. The tables have turned. In a couple of hours, I will be the home nurse, the chauffeur, the physical therapy assistant and all the rest. This man has never had surgery until today. He is rarely even sick. He has been blessed with good health. Total dependence will be new for him. Everyone warns me that men are not good patients. We'll see, but I believe that this man will prove them wrong.  

     A few minutes ago, the surgical team rolled Steve down the hall toward the operating room. I grinned as I heard him sing, "Rollin,' Rollin', Rollin'".  One of the nurses asked, "Are you surprised that he is singing the Gunsmoke theme on the way to surgery?"  I answered, "Not at all.  I know him. This is how we roll."  

     Thank you, God, for giving me a healthy husband with a servant's heart. Thank you for his humor and his positive attitude.  I ask you to bless him right now throughout this procedure. I pray that Steve will heal quickly with minimal pain. Teach me to be the kind of caregiver he needs.  I look forward to the day he can walk without difficulty.  Thank you for loving us.  Thank you for being true to your promises. I claim your promise that you will never leave us or forsake us.  I invite you to walk with us through these days of recovery. 

When you walk, your steps will not be impeded; and if you stumble, you will not fall.  

Proverbs 4: 12