Walking a park on a trail made for taking my time and enjoying God’s creation.
The phone call we all dread came to my girlfriend. Her father had a stroke after a heart cath. She rushed to his side and comforted her mother.
Her dad would pull through, but it would take a lot of work on his part. He needed a month of aggressive inpatient rehab.
Time is on his side I thought as my mind raced back to my medical crisis in 2011. I too had a stroke after a procedure right before the removal of my brain tumor.
Time has a way of making or breaking a situation, but can bring healing. Today I saw a few of my therapists that assisted me after my hospitalization in 2011. My PT and OT who stood by my side for six months.
I wish I could put in words the amount of energy and time goes into one’s-healing after a crisis. These girls helped me literally get back on my feet.
Time is sometimes and quite possibly the answer to many of our woes. I am not embarrassed to say I am still healing.
Tomorrow I attend my third mental health counseling appointment. I will not be surprised if at some point in this therapy, I sense some healing. After all I am putting the time in and time is on my side.
My view this past weekend in Anacortas, WA. Time stood still for me as I encountered this.