On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.
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When Paths Cross
That meeting encouraged me of the impact prayer has on another person, and the reassurance for another woman that God cares and hears us when we pray.
All Sunshine and No Rain Makes a Desert
But one summer day many years ago, I entered uncharted territory. There were no yellow flags warning me to proceed with caution. I had no clue what was coming head on. I was not prepared, and I did not even realize it.