Because HE lives, I can face tomorrow

Tomorrow I get a new hip.
To be perfectly honest I never have been able to picture this day. Nor, to be frank, did I ever pray for it to come quicker than expected--some time in my 30's or 40's is what we assumed, per the doctors once upon a time ago.
Now though everything has changed, the last two months have been upside down and December was a dark month for me. A dark month with moments of light I simply had to allow into my hurting heart. I am still processing, I confess. But when I quiet my head, merely have my heart beating and not writhing in worry--I have peace. That is the peace that passes all understanding if I simply shut up long enough to listen for it and tap into it. It is a facet of the Living God, the Great Physician--the One who is always there, near, even when I turn a cold, shuttered shoulder. I am a work in progress human--a sinful one. One who after years and years and trials and chronic pain and disappointments still struggles to trust the Lord in full. Even after writing a book entitled God's Will I still wonder why He allows what He does into my life. My family's life. Just being real.
I must choose HIM. His joy that abides deep. His peace always near. His love pursuing me at my most rebellious moments. I must choose to preach truth to myself even as tears flow down my face. Even when I'm quiet, tight-lipped--fighting against fear threatening to overwhelm--He is near and I must turn my heart around to fall into His Everlasting Arms.

Tomorrow I get a new hip. Hopefully only a one night hospital stay before I am home again tucked in my bed healing up. Again. I get a new scar tomorrow, and four screws removed. Here's hoping I do not get an infection and I have a nice and routine total hip replacement. And even if not--God is still good. With every broken bone--just like the ones I'll have broken/removed tomorrow--I live. Because HE lives I can face tomorrow. And I pray the same for you, whomever may be reading this, that you embrace and hold to the most perfect hope found in Jesus Christ.
Meghan M. Gorecki
Meghan M. Gorecki

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.