I hardly remember making my way to my room on Monday afternoon, and, thanks to the miracle that is pain medication, I slept for hours without hearing a thing.
When I awoke there was a bouquet of roses on the bedside table. The palest of pink and peach, ruffled petty coat petals, reminding me that I am loved. They grow more beautiful every day.
I have mainly been resting upstairs. I have been twitchy to be moving, but everyone keeps reminding me to keep my feet up. So I stay upstairs, away from all the jobs that might call my name. Fortunately I have had welcome visitors. An especially handsome Sudoku player came for a break in paper grading ("Go Ducks!"), a pile of books has been my constant companion, and a chess player climbed up next to me yesterday to play a few games. All are most welcome to this room that gets a bit too quiet.
And most surprising is that my roaming cat, barely seen inside since June, somehow got the message that I was going to be in bed for a spell. She has been my guard kitty, resting on top of me should I be tempted to get out of bed.
I truly am surrounded by love.
O Lord, your compassions never fail
and your mercies are new every morning:
We give you thanks for giving me both relief of pain
and hope of health renewed.
Continue in me, we pray,
the good work you have begun;
that I, daily increasing in bodily strength,
and rejoicing in your goodness,
may so order my life and conduct
that I may always think and do
those things that please you;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen
from The Book of Common Prayer, Ministration to the Sick
and your mercies are new every morning:
We give you thanks for giving me both relief of pain
and hope of health renewed.
Continue in me, we pray,
the good work you have begun;
that I, daily increasing in bodily strength,
and rejoicing in your goodness,
may so order my life and conduct
that I may always think and do
those things that please you;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen
from The Book of Common Prayer, Ministration to the Sick
3 comments:
For a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith - of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire- may be proved genuine andmay result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. 1 Peter 1:6-7
Much love to you as you rest and heal.
So happy to see your smiling, strengthening face - even if i have to look at a cat to do it.
;)
I love the love that surrounds you. And I'm sure C is busy downstairs doing all sorts of helpful things. Keeping you in my prayers, my friend.
♥♥♥
Carol
PS - Steph you are funny!
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