If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that on this date, I was still in hospital. And, was unable to write/publish any entries for LwL. So, now that I am home, I'm not only writing daily entries, but am writing this and other entries to fill in the time and information about my hospital stay.
When I left off yesterday, I was finally moved into private room #810, on the hospital's Neurological Floor.
I was unhappy about finding out that I obtained MRSA at the hospital, especially since I believe I contracted it during surgery in the operating room, last September. And, I wasn't really happy that it caused me to have to be isolated.
Even so, I was grateful that God provided for me, and blessed me with a comfortable space for me to be treated in. And, I was grateful that by having my own private washroom and shower, I didn't have to worry about picking up anyone else's germs, etc.
In the afternoon, I was surprised to have visitors.
Okay, you probably think that's a rather silly remark. But, to me, I was surprised.
After all, that Sunday, was Mother's Day.
My children have families of their own, so I was sure they would spend time together and probably avoid coming to the hospital, as it would take up some of their valuable time.
Knowing that my daughter B had a broken foot, I truly didn't think that I would see her at any time, during my hospital stay. After all, it's not easy to walk through the hospital at any time. And, knowing that several of the elevators were not working, I was truly shocked to see her!
A friend of B's drove her. It made her walking somewhat easier. I was grateful to both my daughter and her friend, for honouring me with a visit.
One person I thought might visit, even though she herself had a family that would want to honour her, was my daughter P. And, she did. Visit me, I mean.
How wonderful it was to see her! Although I must admit, since P had been visiting almost every day, I didn't think she would take time out from her own family to drive over and visit me. But, I am grateful she did.
The gifts my daughters brought me, were greatly appreciated. I loved them. Thank you.
Talk about feeling blessed... and loved. Wow!
While there are many Bible verses that apply here, I thought of 1 John 4:7, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God."
The hospital had advised that no children should come, in case of germs/virus, etc. being shared. This meant that my grandchildren should not visit with me.
Knowing this, I thank both my daughters for coming and spending time with me at the hospital on that special day, when they themselves were to be honoured. May God bless you...
Of course, God told us that we would feel loved, and be loved. Especially, by Him.
And, we know that there is no greater love than what Jesus has for us.
Until next time...
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