Female in Motion

Last week, I related to you that I was in the hospital with cellulitis. My condition is slowly improving, so I thought I would share with you an update. I was released from the hospital last Wednesday, but required to return twice daily, at 8 a.m. and 8 p.m., to receive IV antibiotics. Other than that, I am on bedrest.  Before I left the hospital, they surgically implanted a PICC line into my left arm, so that I can receive infusions without further damage to my over-taxed veins. The antibiotic treatments last 2 to 2 1/2 hours, plus travel time, so it is a large daily commitment. Folks from my church have been helping The Hubster with the driving duties. I am left weak, with little energy, but grateful to be making progress. I know God is with me, and I feel the prayers from all directions, lifting me to health. 1 Timothy 2:1 (KJV)   I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks, be made for all men;

Photo is courtesy of Botanica, The Wichita Gardens James 5:16 Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much. Female in Motion is a bit under the weather and in the hospital. I'm fighting a blood infection, called cellulitis, that is caused by the lack of lymph nodes on my right side. When I checked into the ER on Saturday my fever was 103 degrees. I'm on strong antibiotics and all doped up. The staff here at William Newton Hospital in Winfield is wonderful and I am getting great care. I'm praying for a quick recovery and I'm also praying for all of you. Take care, friends!

God laughs when we make plans. We've all heard the saying, and it is true. I organized a large event for family and friends in Ark City last weekend, and it didn't happen. My aunt became ill, and then a church member died suddenly. It happens. Plans change. People get sick. Loved ones die. Loss is part of life. And it stinks. At the memorial service on Saturday afternoon, the pastor gave an analogy for death and loss. "When a ship sails out of the harbor, we that stand on the dock watch until it slips over the horizon and we say it is gone. But as it slips over the horizon, the people waiting on the other side of the ocean see the ship appear and say it is coming." No matter how many times you suffer loss, it doesn't get easier. It doesn't "get better" over time. There's not a magic time limit for grief. I didn't wake up one day and feel normal. But it did become less painful, simply by learning to let it in and live with

 Psalm 116:7-9    Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee. For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living. Next week, I'm preparing a large, personal post for your reading pleasure. For tonight, I leave you with this photo of Crabb Creek Bridge, outside of Dexter, Kansas. And one of my favorite Psalms. Be well, friends!