This past week has been one of ups and downs for me. My Mom had gone into the hospital to get her heart valve replaced, a fairly routine operation. She had this same surgery done about 4 years ago. When they had replaced her valve the first time, they had replaced it with a mechanical valve, but scar tissue had grown up around it, and that was keeping the valve from working correctly. This time they replaced it with a tissue valve. After the surgery, Mom was having a hard time breathing on her own. She had to be on a ventilator for about 9 days. At one point, the doctors thought they would have to place her on a portable bypass machine because she was getting worse. This had my whole family pretty freaked out.
I remember, when I had heard from the doctors this news, I was standing in my kitchen, and I started to cry. All I could think about was how much I loved my Momma and how I just wanted to hug her and tell her that it was all going to be ok. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. They had my Mom under some pretty heavy sedation though, so I knew that although I could talk to her, chances were pretty good she wouldn’t hear me. So, I just stood there and cried and asked God to not take my Momma from me. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so scared for her in all my life.
My Mom’s health is not the best, but this was just the icing on the cake. She told me that when I was a kid, and she would get sick, that I would play nurse and do all that I could as a little kid to take care of her. I’ve always had a soft spot for people who are sick or disabled. I think I get that from the compassion my parents have always shown towards others.
Thankfully though, this week my Mom came off of the ventilator, and she’s been able to be awake. I had the chance to talk with her. Her voice was very rough, and her head was so foggy. It was kind of funny some of the things that she was saying. The thing that stuck out to me the most though was that she wanted to go to church and she was so thankful that God had kept her safe through all that she had been through.
If not for the grace of God, my Momma wouldn’t be here right now. He has been so faithful and so kind to her, and to the rest of my family, to keep her safe and help her come back from such a rough place.
It really blessed me to know that God had given me such a Godly Mom. It made me hope that if I ever go through anything similar that I would react the same way she did. I hope that no matter what I go through in this life that His praise would be on my lips. I hope that I would be able to say, “blessed be the name of the Lord.” He is so kind to us when we don’t deserve it.
I know that I have missed many opportunities to bless His name and I fail at giving Him praise. But He is worthy, and He is good to us all of the time. We don’t deserve all of the graces that He brings into our lives. Those of us that are blessed with such things would do well to remember Him and thank Him for His many, many, many blessings on our lives.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. – II Corinthians 12:9 NIV