I have to confess that today was a really rough one for me. I called my surgeon’s office first thing this morning, confident that I had finished all of the prescribed tests and that now I can go in for my pre-op consultation and get this dreaded surgery over and done. Not to be, unfortunately. It seems that the gastroenterologist overlooked the order from the surgeon to do a manometry test, one the surgeon insists on if he is to repair my hernia that is a whopping six cm in length. (I’m told this is very large, but I will have to take the expert’s word for it.). Anyway, I spent a great deal of the morning crying and ranting at the Lord over what I have already gone through and now I have to go though a tube down my nose and throat. Yuck! Add that to the fact that it postpones the surgery until they can schedule this test in the hospital, and you will understand, I hope, that I was beside myself with despair today. I am less than happy with my diet. I cannot have any meat except fish and I have always hated fish…always! So, my husband went out and brought back protein powder for my dinner tonight since I refused to eat fish yet again. I know…I’m having difficulty with a bad attitude. Then, I opened up my devotional for tonight and lo, what was my scripture verse?

And people think that God does not have a sense of humor? Ha! Not only does He have a sense of humor, but He also knows more about me than I could ever hope to understand or know, including why I gag at the very thought of putting one more bite of fish into my mouth. He knows what I am going through and He has promised me peace. So, that is what I am resting on, tonight and tomorrow when the hospital is supposed to call to schedule the new procedure and tomorrow night when once again I pick up a fork to eat fish. I have decided to have a new theme verse.

I want to stand every morning to praise and give thanks to God and end every evening in like manner. I was very disappointed in myself and my reaction today, but I confess that I had finally reached a breaking point of stress (and fish) and the fact that the GI messed up was just too much for me to fathom. I forgive him, though, and choose to move on…one step, one day and one prayer at a time. Thank you for your prayers and well-wishes. I don’t mean to make you all feel bad with my lack of faith today, but I had to be honest. After all, that is why I started the blog. Blessings.
















