Well, I sit here tonight with a full belly. (Well, it ought to be full, I ate my dinner. But as Sadie and Katniss Everdeen say, this is an "empty day." This is so not where I thought I would be a week ago. I envisioned myself packed up for surgery, getting ready to have a day of clear liquids and antibiotics, not writing lesson plans and getting lunches ready for school. But things change. It is is God's time, not mine.
That being said, this post is probably going to be a little scattered, as there are several things I want to touch on.
1. Friday afternoon, we took the kids and went to dinner very early. Like, 4:00 p.m. As soon as I got out of school. We went to Outback, and it was great! When we were leaving, we ran into my oldest friend and her family (mother, sister, husband, father - all of them). It was great to take a few minutes and catch up. We were all leaving at the same time, and I just have to say I noticed the funniest thing. As I sat in my white mini-van, with my husband in a plaid shirt driving, with my daughter and son in the backseat, I watched my BFF from 4th grade through college pull out. In her white mini-van. With her husband in a plaid shirt driving. With her son and daughter in the backseat. Our friends from high school who all said we would grow up and live together would have never let us live that down!
(Random, I know, but funny in my world.)
2. Dan is really taking this "postponement" seriously. You see, I sent him a text on Thursday that basically said "No surgery. Take me out to eat somewhere bad." Well, he was here to be my strength this weekend. On Thursday night, he cooked me an egg white omelet for dinner. (I had asked for grilled cheese.) He did take me out on Friday, but we all ate sensibly. Then, on both Saturday and Sunday mornings he has made me healthy food. Friday, when he kissed me goodbye, he made me promise not to eat bad. So I promised. Then, I got to school and ate a sausage and biscuit. Oohhh...It was not nice. After egg whites and protein drinks for breakfast, that was too much. I was miserable all morning. (But I only drank a shake and ate some peanuts for lunch to make up for it!) I love that he is so encouraging to me! Even when I am a grumpy cat. I also love that he cooks me breakfast on the weekends. :)
3. A neat "God note:" Last Tuesday at school, one of my Lawndale mom-friends came by to bring me some protein powder and a hug of support,. Then, that Tuesday night, God placed a friend at the soccer field. We have not visited in ages, but got a nice visit in during the game. Then, on Wednesday, a few family members called just to check on me. People I haven't talked to in a while. At church Wednesday night, I was blessed to have a few minutes to talk to some friends about the surgery, and what was coming up. (You see, I believe God was showing me that He has placed people here to support me during this. He knew what was coming, even though I didn't.) Thursday, prior to making the "fateful trip" to the doctor, I called Dan, and he spoke sensibly to me about possibilities of rescheduling. Then, on Thursday afternoon, I found out that another acquaintance is going through the exact same thing, and is having to postpone her surgery as well. Then, he placed my "surrogate family" from childhood and I at the same restaurant on Friday afternoon. Friday night, I got to fellowship with some friends from church again, and received untold support. Saturday, another old friend contacted me. Coincidence? I think not. God is showing me that He has a plan. He is in control. He knew I would be down, and disappointed, so he provided me with a long list of godly women to be there as my support. Wow! All of that trouble for me!
4. One more random fact. As I was helping Jon Carter with his report on John F. Kennedy, we came to a mention of the James Meredith incident at Ole Miss. I vaguely remembered my Baby Dot talking about it at a gathering, but couldn't remember what she said. So, I called her, and she told me that my grandfather had been in the National Guard during that time, and that he had been sent to Ole Miss during the riots. (Those of you who know me, know that I am not a history buff, but that is cool to me.) She told me about him not having any ammunition in his guns, and having to just take the abuse from the protesters. She then also told me about his time in Korea. Here I am, 39 years old, learning new stories about my Granddaddy.
Have a great week guys! It will be a busy one for the Reids, as all "cancelled" activities are back on the schedule!
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