After standing along side him through his suffering, many years of severe, debilitating, life sucking pain, my husband is finally free. Lying in bed tonight after a long day, we spoke about all the things he is free to do now.
Going out to a movie, dinner, taking a walk on the beach. Events, most of us take for granted, will soon be possible. Just the peaceful expression on his face is something I haven't seen in many years.
The possibility of living again, after years of struggling to achieve any small semblance of comfort, is truly a miracle. He has been robbed of life, as surely as if he were locked away in a prison cell. Consumed by his unwavering pain, he couldn't even bear the light of day.
Missing out on participating in the lives of our children and grandchildren. Participating in his OWN life. Even when he was able to attend holidays, birthdays, or just everyday celebrations, the pain reigned him in. In bed, for days, following an afternoon playing with our grand babies.
15 years ago, doctors declared; "There's nothing more we can do for you." Today, he is recovering from a life changing operation.
Everything is subject to change. Never stop praying, never stop believing, one day your miracle will come. As I listened to the doctor give his report following surgery, and again following Ed's second check up since the operation, Dr. Sweeney's deep, glowing, joy was evident.
Oh, to be able to change the lives of so many suffering people. It shows from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. Grinning ear to ear, I saw; not arrogance, but elation. What a gift. I saw a man used of God.
Psalm 103:2-3 “Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases.” Fantasizing the freedom to live in the realm of miracles always.