“Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.” ~Romans 8:37
Today marks the one year anniversary of my first life saving surgery. I had a total of four, but the first was the most significant.
I was terrified as I had never had surgery before. Up until my diagnosis, I was relatively healthy. Doctors, nurses, specialists and technicians all marveled at this fact.
The night before the operation I was filled with anxiety-not knowing if it was the last time I would ever see my two boys again. I had spent as much time as humanly possible with them.
On the operating table I could not relax despite having already received potent anesthetics. I was wide awake and with tears rushing like rivers down my face, called out for my deceased mother.
My surgeon came over and held my hand. I felt the healing blood of the Lord surge through me. After that, I peacefully surrendered to a drug induced coma. And by the grace of God, He saw fit to favor me. Hence I am still here one year later.
Why, I do not know. But I do know how thankful beyond words I am. He kept me in His shadow in a most desolate time. Hallelujah!