With Olivia's surgery last Monday evening, I never accurately explained how
grateful I am to the Lord for His hand upon us.
I was pretty calm the whole time we were in the emergency room
while the doctor was examining Olivia and even during the CAT scan.
But when I had to sign the papers giving the surgeon permission
to operate on my "little girl" I really almost lost it.
See, I didn't want to sign the papers.
I wanted my husband to be there with me.
I wanted HIM to sign the papers.
I thought it was HIS place to give this permission, NOT ME.
I started to have a little pity party for myself.
I thought, Why Lord?
Why can't my husband be here?
Why can't he sign these papers?
Do I really have to do this now?
My pity party was useless and only lasted a minute because
I knew I had to sign the papers.
My husband was halfway around the world
and he didn't even know what was happening.
So I gave in and signed the papers allowing the surgeon
to remove my daughter's appendix.
It was at that exact moment that I felt this incredible peace come over me.
Something I've only felt a few times in my entire life.
And I knew at that moment I wasn't alone.
That I've NEVER been alone.
At that moment I knew,
JUST AS THIS SONG SAYS,
"That in my weakness His strength will not forsake me."
Not just this past Monday in the emergency room and
not during this past year with my husband in Afghanistan,
but my entire life.
The simple words, Thank You, don't seem enough.
So I will continue to live my entire life being grateful
for all the times when I've been weak,
My Lord has made me strong.
And that I do have a shelter in the midst of any storm.