Jesus Has Got This....

Topsy-turvy is a simple way to describe the last two weeks of my typical normal world. A lovely four day stay at our local hospital,  numerous powerful pain killers, a sudden unexpected surgery, painful recuperation, and finally ending with a quick four day abbreviated summer vacation. Lots of interesting memories have been seared upon my memory bank over the last week. My husband remembers strange mumblings and conversations coming from my groggy voice after surgery.  Meanwhile, I remember strange dreams of people in their underwear at church. Yes, it was weird.  I honestly hope to never actually see what I saw in my dreams.

Strange memories as well as sweet precious memories from those who I hold dear and close to my heart. One close friend brought me a beautiful soft blanket, while another just came to be my nurse for awhile, and yet another brought me a bouquet of beautiful flowers.  There was the friend who took care of my youngest and kept her busy.  Another friend brought dinner over on our first night home. My Mom and oldest daughter took care of the meals.  My youngest brought me a bear which I held onto closely after surgery. My son was just a worried young man, but quick to do whatever I needed.  My teen who thinks so much like me stayed overnight with me at the hospital and anticipated my next need or question before it barely left my mouth. Numerous visits, cards, calls, and most of all prayer from faithful friends.  I am truly blessed.

With all of those sweet memories, there is one memory that stands out the most.  One precious memory that did not involve friends or family, but rather a memory made by a perfect stranger.  I wish I knew the name of this man, but I will definitely never forget his face and his words.  An older, heavy set, strong, precious, black man came to move me from my room to the operating room.  As I laid on the bed, he wrapped me in the warmest blankets, and said, "Don't worry. Jesus has got this."

No one knew that I cried the night before while alone in my room, but God knew. God sent this perfect stranger across my path that day to remind, "Don't worry. Jesus has got this." I am tempted to paint those words across my kitchen wall. They are most definitely stamped across my heart. What perfect words to remember during whatever trial life may bring. 

"Don't worry. Jesus has got this."