Day 161 of 365 Days of Being Thankful
Today I am thankful that we got some of the outside work done! Olya power-washed the pool deck. Dan cleaned the patio. A few years ago we discovered that Clorox bleach cleans a cement patio better than power-washing and it is so much faster and much easier. Yesterday I purchased 8 gallons of Clorox. I swept the patio while Dan moved the table and all the planters. Then he poured the Clorox and swept it around with a stiff broom. He ruined his pants and his shoes! The patio looks great!! So does the pool deck! It is so nice to get some of the outside work done because it seems to be never ending!
Dan and I went to church this morning. Our regular pastor was having a town hall meeting so one of the elders preached. He is a nice man but I kept daydreaming during his sermon. My mind started to wander even though I kept trying to pay attention. I started thinking about when Olivia was in the hospital having a spinal fusion surgery on her back. when she came out of surgery, she was in a recovery room upstairs from the waiting room. At first, they only let me go up to see her. It was a fairly open area and I could see some of the other patients in other sections. I thought Olivia was delusional when she told me that the man in the next area was from our church. I thought she was still high from the morphine or other drugs they were giving her. She kept insisting so I finally asked him if he belonged to our church. he said yes. All of a sudden, a nurse comes running up to me telling me not to talk to the man and not to ask him personal questions! The man told the nurse it was fine, that we were friends. The Sunday before when we were in church, the pastor asked everyone to pray for a man and his wife who were having surgery the man was giving a kidney to his wife. Olivia remembered that and when the man kept asking about how his wife was doing and if her surgery was done, Olivia figured out it was the man from our church. I thought her mind was full of drugs but actually her mind had to be very clear to figure all of that out about the man across from her in the room. The man/husband was a universal donor so his kidney could be given to anyone. Another patient in the hospital had a relative that matched this man's wife and he was close to death without a new kidney. So the kind man from our church gave his kidney to a perfect stranger and that stranger's relative gave his kidney to that man's wife. The man from our church told me that his surgery went really well and that he was told that his wife's surgery went very well, too! God had to have a hand in all of those surgeries.
I love to hear about wonderful stories with happy endings. I hear so many sad stories from bereaved moms that it is nice to sometimes hear happy stories. When I hear our pastor preach, I think, he is right, I should look at things in a way that God wants me to look at them. And sometimes I think, hey, I am already doing that and it makes me feel good. I think it is important to be kind first and everything else is easy to do.
Dan and I went to church this morning. Our regular pastor was having a town hall meeting so one of the elders preached. He is a nice man but I kept daydreaming during his sermon. My mind started to wander even though I kept trying to pay attention. I started thinking about when Olivia was in the hospital having a spinal fusion surgery on her back. when she came out of surgery, she was in a recovery room upstairs from the waiting room. At first, they only let me go up to see her. It was a fairly open area and I could see some of the other patients in other sections. I thought Olivia was delusional when she told me that the man in the next area was from our church. I thought she was still high from the morphine or other drugs they were giving her. She kept insisting so I finally asked him if he belonged to our church. he said yes. All of a sudden, a nurse comes running up to me telling me not to talk to the man and not to ask him personal questions! The man told the nurse it was fine, that we were friends. The Sunday before when we were in church, the pastor asked everyone to pray for a man and his wife who were having surgery the man was giving a kidney to his wife. Olivia remembered that and when the man kept asking about how his wife was doing and if her surgery was done, Olivia figured out it was the man from our church. I thought her mind was full of drugs but actually her mind had to be very clear to figure all of that out about the man across from her in the room. The man/husband was a universal donor so his kidney could be given to anyone. Another patient in the hospital had a relative that matched this man's wife and he was close to death without a new kidney. So the kind man from our church gave his kidney to a perfect stranger and that stranger's relative gave his kidney to that man's wife. The man from our church told me that his surgery went really well and that he was told that his wife's surgery went very well, too! God had to have a hand in all of those surgeries.
I love to hear about wonderful stories with happy endings. I hear so many sad stories from bereaved moms that it is nice to sometimes hear happy stories. When I hear our pastor preach, I think, he is right, I should look at things in a way that God wants me to look at them. And sometimes I think, hey, I am already doing that and it makes me feel good. I think it is important to be kind first and everything else is easy to do.
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