Hands Of Time in Meeting Mr. Jesus Christ

Life is taking place in some weird dimension I haven't felt before. Thursday everything needed doing so rapidly, Friday was an attempt to calm the craziness and make plans. When Saturday came along time slowed with each passing hour, now I feel as if time has simply stood still.

I'm not going to beat around the bush or pretend anything here. What Blue is going through right now is taking the wind out of MY sails. I have no experience with open heart surgery and the timeliness of the process is stretching my ability to stay focused and calm to my limits. I don't understand why but simply have accepted he remains 42 hours post-surgery in recovery and has not been placed on a step-down unit. The nurse brashly assures me this is normal but my gut struggles to accept that as truth. I'm not getting much information beyond Blue is stable, resting and "tomorrow they hope to get him up into a chair". This is the second "tomorrow" and I'm finding myself beginning to feel uncertain.

I want to hear Blue's voice. Not that I expected to until maybe today, possibly tomorrow, but I had a little more hope on Monday after the surgeon called me. Even were the surgeon able to give a quick a-okay I'd feel a bit better at this point. Realistically it isn't that I'm worried or afraid, I just am hanging on a silk thread while time moves ever so slowly as I wait. That's the tough part.

Indeed, all things work out to the good of those who believe.

Lord, dear Lord, I know you are working this out to the good. I am a believer.

Please, keep Blue in prayer as you would and please pray I endure this trial with the joy of knowing through perseverance my faith will grow even stronger. Amen.