If you know about what I am going to write about today on Life with Lynnie (LwL), then it is because you know me personally, and not just through reading LwL.
Due to having had surgery in September, and not healing well, and before knowing I was to have a second (2nd) surgery just days before Christmas, my daughters and I had decided that we would get together for Christmas. I was so-o happy about being able to do this.
If you read LwL around the time of our Canadian Thanksgiving, in October, you'll know that I spent that special day alone, due to family being sick. Knowing that I hadn't healed, it just wasn't right for me to be around anyone ill.
After all, the last thing I needed to do was to become ill, with coughing, nausea and vomiting! Anyone who has ever had abdominal surgery knows this! It wouldn't be good, not just for pain, but of even more importance, it would put too much pressure on the incision, and area that hadn't yet healed.
For this reason, the thought of getting together for Christmas was of even more importance to me.
I love spending time with my family. I love seeing my grandchildren. And, my daughters, of course!
So, I requested use of the party room for Christmas day. Another family had also requested use of the room. It turned out to be my neighbour, friend and fellow author, J.
Since she needed the room only until about 1:30 p.m. and I only needed it after that, for the afternoon and possibly part of the evening, we agreed to share the day, rather than have one of us eliminated from access to the room.
While recovering, whenever my daughter B took me shopping, I stocked up on items I knew we would need for dinner. Since I couldn't lift a turkey, or a bag of potatoes, my daughters agreed to make those items. I agreed to prepare the vegetables and provide dessert, even if I didn't bake this year.
Having this latest surgery on Thursday, December 20th, I was concerned I wouldn't be able to physically handle the work I had agreed to.
To my surprise, my friend J offered to leave the tables in place, even with her table cloths, so I wouldn't have to arrange for this. I thought it was really nice of her to save me that work.
My daughter P got sick the day after my surgery. She had taken me to hospital and home again, later. But, the next day she awoke, with flu-like symptoms.
We kept praying and hoping she'd be feeling better, but she did not. In addition, she took her eldest son, my grandson D to the walk-in clinic on the day of Christmas Eve, because he was sick; he began antibiotics.
Then, my daughter B sounded nasally on the phone. She told me one of her sons (my grandson) also wasn't feeling well.
In the end, B came on the day of Christmas eve. She loaded into her vehicle all the presents I had here at my home. And, she took all the food that I had planned to serve for our family gathering on Christmas day.
Since there were so many feeling ill, that would be sharing dinner, I asked that they not bring me a plate of food. After all, breathing, sneezing and coughing over the feast wouldn't be good for me.
So, I spent Christmas alone.
Well, that being said, I must qualify that statement. I am truly never alone, for Jesus is with me, always.
He told us so in Matthew 28:20, "Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen."
It may have been rather sad for me to look once again at those same four (4) walls, that have sort of imprisoned me over the last few months, but I am truly grateful that I love Jesus.
And, that Jesus loves me. Yes, He does... love me. And, you. The Bible tells me so!
Until next time...
If you would like to comment, please e-mail: email@example.com