A Tick of the Clock

The phone call came yesterday morning a little after 10:30. One minute I was getting an apple cake ready to put in the oven while my youngest was taking a test; the next moment; I was trying to figure out how I was going to get to the hospital about forty-minutes away. My husband’s employer had called to say that he had possibly broken his leg, that he was in a lot of pain, and that the ambulance was on the way. (Ironically, the apple cake I was making was for him to take to work to share the next day.)

My mind was racing. We are a one-vehicle-family; and of course, that vehicle was with him at work. It took me an hour and a half to track down my in-laws for the needed ride and then get out the door.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I was given the good news that his leg was not broken. Then, I was given the worse news that he had torn the quad tendons completely away from his kneecap and that they would be taking him into surgery within the next two hours.

Our dear pastor waited with me during the entire surgery, refusing to leave until the surgeon came to report. Our church has truly been blessed with a pastor who is not only very gifted in presenting the truth of God’s Word but also has a great compassion for his people.

It was 7:30 last evening until my dear husband was returned to his room with worse pain than when I had last seen him. He had shredded the muscle ends, and had an L-shaped tear in one of the muscles. It was necessary to drill through the kneecap, weaving the muscle ends and suturing them to the kneecap. The surgery was extensive but went well.

I stayed the night with him at the hospital because he was immobile. Thankfully, they gave him strong painkillers intravenously, and he was able to get a little rest through the night.

Exhausted, I arrived back home about an hour ago and plan to get a little sleep before returning. The kids need to hear all the particulars and to be reassured. They have been "holding the fort" in my absence and have done a very good job of it. I'm very proud of them.

I am so very grateful for the promises that God gives us in His Word. He reassures us, too. Reminding us that He is our sufficiency in every moment. How grateful I am that He brought His Word to My mind even when my mind had to be on many things. Isaiah 40:31 was the calming assurance playing repeatedly in the background of my thoughts.

“But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength.
They shall mount up with wings like eagles.
They shall run and not be weary.
They shall walk and not faint.”