Currently sitting in an endodontic doctor’s office waiting for a procedure to be done on my wife, Judy. What’s an endodontic doctor? I had no clue when she told me that title. What’s the speciality? Root canals. Oh joy.
This precious wife of mine has been in increasing pain. We thought, at first, it was just a new crown needing adjustment, but that has not worked. Off she went to this new doc, whom she really likes.
He has finally figured out the problem. We hope.
Prayers for strength and stamina and sweet peace to be hers are welcome. These past days have been a bit of an unexpected journey for us. Nothing like some others are experiencing. But painful, none the less.
With all Judy has endured physically the past thirteen years, she is tired of going to doctors (fully understood), rehearsing her amazing medical history. We both know that if it hadn’t been for the right doctors at the right split-second time (literally) she would not even be here. Forever grateful.
I dislike, intensely, her experiencing more pain. The weary look in her eyes almost does me in some times. Her heart attitude is usually good way beyond words. Her lack of complaint, and her quietly forging forward humbles me. “It is what it is,” she will often softly say. She keeps on.
What an honest inspiration, truly, she continues to be to me.
Of course, for you, for us, for others we all know, life continues in it’s hard places. Some times, even in some joy-filled spaces. The calm of life, from the inside out, can eclipse the more painful moments that choose to show up, when we let it.
Theologically, it’s probably a stretch to call a human an angel. If that’s going too far, then I’ll take the heavenly heat some day when I pass through the thin veil. The Creator of the universe can set me straight.
Between then and now, even with the thick and thin of life, and acknowledging that this side of heaven, life is not perfect, I do have those moments when I think I really did marry an angel almost 46 years ago. Thus, Angel Story #5 is about the one I love.
What I’m curious about is where does she keep her wings?
Ooops, here she is, walking out.
Came through with “flying colors.”
Time to go home and rest.