Surgery. Ugh. My memory of the room is
My surgeries have been for happy occasions – the births of my daughters. However, the memory of those operating rooms make me shiver. One sweet memory (aside from a sweet baby being placed in my arms!) is when I was taken to recovery; a nurse came in each time and placed a warmed-up blanket over me. It had actually been heated! I could feel myself relaxing under its comfort. Even the chattering of my teeth stopped, and I could rest.
BLAMELESS!Recently while having my quiet time I felt the cold and sterile feeling of isolation; “aloneness,” if you will. I bowed my head, asking God for the understanding of His presence and love. I then opened God’s Word. I was reminded of who I am in Christ in Ephesians 1. Because Christ is my Savior, God sees me as being holy and without blame, before Him in love! I am accepted in the beloved! The Lord brought the realization to my heart that it doesn’t matter what others think about me, or what I could ever be accused of wrongfully. I must remind myself of the Truth about what God thinks of me. He sees me through Christ as…
