There comes a time when one is weary; weary of the waiting, going, sitting, poking, sticking, pain, interrupted sleep and even the healing process. You are just ready to be done. Healed. No pain. Home. Sleep. Good homecooked food. Working and seeing at it all in the rear-view mirror. I am as ready to be done as Gene is. It is at this point where discouragement nudges its way in, impatience strangles the mind and weariness saps the strength.
This morning I thought of the verse, “Those that wait on the Lord, will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary” (Isaiah 40:31). There is that “don’t want to think about word” wait. The promise that if we wait on the Lord, his timing, his mighty power, our strength will be renewed, we can soar emotionally as an eagle and the stamina to exert energy will come. This is my prayer for today.
One of the things I did when we got to rehab was put up cards on the wall in his room to help him keep track of the days. They had given us a projected stay of 14 days in rehab. We are now at day 9.
By the time this is over it will be a month of hospital and rehab. It is hard for a patient to figure out what day of the month it is much less the day of the week. Each morning we take down the previous day. The end is in sight (hopefully) and we are having to endure. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. I remember a children’s story about Thomas, the little train that was chuggin up a mountain, and the going got tough…..I think I can, I think I can…… Lord give us the grace to endure and chug this mountain. I think we can, I think we can, I know we will.
