To God Be The Glory

I say those words as I sit here in an office awaiting my surgeon to walk into the room. Had to have my gallbladder removed on Valentine’s Day. It was failing.

There are times where it seems all hell breaks loose in our lives. And as we navigate, we can succumb to the pressure, or we can keep pushing with everything we’ve got. The latter doesn’t always seem to be the preferred response.

But after having my fourth Emergency Room visit just last night, after spending almost a week in the hospital during the previous week, after being admitted to the hospital (again) because doctors feared I was at risk of a heart attack, etc, etc, etc that I’m sure I’ll come back and explain later..

At this very moment, through pain and barely being able to walk, I lift my hands and say “To God Be The Glory”. I say thank you God for help and strength. I say I’m still here, still fighting and I’m not even asking to be removed from the “strongest soldiers” list. I know this is only a temporary moment. And I’ll see the other side. So as I move along through the process, in advance even in response to what has already been, I say, “To God Be The Glory”. I’m not alone.

Maybe right now you’re struggling. And it seems there’s no end and no way out, don’t give up. Keep pushing. Maybe you can lift hands and sing as I am in this moment. Maybe you’re doing what I’ve had to do this month: grit your teeth, bear it and push. Just don’t quit. There’s another side. Fight until you see it.

Sending so much love and warmth your way.

Tacara