You really find out what matters and what you can live without when all changes quickly in an unexpected way. That was me in the hospital. I could not go to the bathroom without calling a nurse to shut off the bed alarm. Even then, she stayed with me the entire time to make sure I did not fall and was okay. I could not rest well because there were constant disruptions to sleep, lie labs to be done and vitals to be taken. I was so thankful to get home yesterday, not just because it’s my place of rest and comfort, but I could take a shower, sit comfortably in my chair, talk to my husband face to face, eat the food that he had lovingly prepared for me (some of my favorites) and go to bed when I got tired instead of when I was told that it was time. There is so much that we take for granted. What matters most is Jesus and His love for us and then the love we show to others. I’m not sure if I succeeded in being a good witness in the hospital but I have to say that I consciously tried to be cheerful and agreeable and pleasant in spite of my circumstances. One nurse said that it was a pleasure to be with me. That’s what I like to hear, even as I am struggling to understand the situation, I want to keep my eyes on Jesus and realize that I always represent Him.