Two months and five days later to be exact. Normal life is returning, both faster and slower than I care it to. “Restrictions” sluggishly carry on for two more weeks: no lifting, pushing, or pulling more than 20 lbs. (which basically equals no work.) No running, and definitely no jumping. No ladders. No scaffolding. No violin.
At least singing isn’t forbidden. Chewing is permitted as long as it doesn’t hurt. :)
The post-surgery pain is gone… almost. Exceptions arise on a walk, an obstinate pile of rice, a bumpy ride, and sometimes no apparent reason at all. Those squishy blue gel-packs from the freezer still feel heavenly.
Mostly though, things are normal. Pause.
…What is normal?
Far too many have never known a pain-free day. The world is saturated with crippled, hurting people. Who is going to help them?
The abundance of kindness and sympathy given me is a royal waste if it’s not passed on. Whatever blessing you or I receive, gives it’s truest gift, as we put it in the hands of another. Simply, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
And this, I know is true. The self-sacrificing work, is the only satisfying work. Whether grateful eyes look deep into yours, or you hold only the consciousness of right doing, that. is. satisfaction. Why?
Because we were made to give. We were made to be like God. And He gives.
…God meant giving to be normal.
Then that's the normal we want...
|Rubber bands: day and night for ever and ever. |
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(Until they're done, you understand :)