Have I mentioned that I am not the most patient person? Once I become focused on a project, I am determined to see it through to the end. I'm pretty sure I drive Brad totally crazy with my hard headedness (is that a word?). All this week, I thought that once I had my scan and got good results, we would be able to head to LA next week. However, today I think I finally figured out that God is telling us "Not yet. Wait."
After speaking with the GI nurse this morning, I realized that I will not be released until the end of January. I have a follow up appointment on the 26th. Also, I am having another test to check the function of my gallbladder but it requires prior approval from my insurance company, AND the clinic that administers the scan is booked until the beginning of February.
One great way that I deal with anger and frustration is by cleaning. I cleaned for six hours today! It is not often that all of my bathrooms and floors are clean but they sure look good today. The boys know to steer clear of me and they very wisely sequestered themselves in their rooms and did their school work. ;)
After a lot praying, scrubbing, complaining, whining, mopping, washing and finally, resignation I understand that for whatever reason, we are supposed to be home right now. Once I acknowledged that, I was so surprised at the peace that came over me.
One of these days I will learn; not my will but God's. I only hope it happens before I am 90.
"And this is the confidence that we have before him; that whenever we ask anything according to His will, he hears us."
~1 John 5:14