Ah,
Monday. Back with a vengeance. I was back at the computer, beginning
preparations for next Sunday’s worship services and teaching. I did have a meeting at the church. Instead of going inside, though, the two of
us sat on one of the benches under the retreat center. The cool Gulf breeze was wafting gently through
the air. It was just … nice. And this was at 2 in the afternoon. Maybe a monthly outdoor service is not such a
bad idea after we eventually get to return inside.
Meanwhile,
out on the beach, people began gathering.
Traffic began picking up. And
before long the scene was that of a typical summer day on beautiful Galveston
Island. Well, more than typical. If you add in the traffic from Friday and
Saturday, it was more like Memorial Day
weekend had already arrived. There were
cars and people everywhere. Now, on a
usual weekend that would be a big plus, a surge to the local economy. And I’m sure there were many coffers that
increased substantially. But as you can
imagine, with traffic backed up bumper to bumper in both directions on the
Seawall, and cars at the 61st Street exit to the Island stacked up
back onto Broadway, and restaurants operating at just 25% capacity, and many
retail establishments not yet open at all … it made for difficult if not
impossible, feeble attempts at social distancing.
And
on the home front, Chris had a particularly bad day with her leg pain. She is faithfully doing the exercises she was
given, although she can’t really walk even a mile. She has an MRI of her back already scheduled
for the 20th. It’s just that
the onset of symptoms is so unpredictable.
It all involves pain, of course, but she can’t locate a specific
position that causes it to happen every time.
Sometimes her back aches, sometimes it feels fine. Her legs hurt pretty much all the time, but
sometimes it is on the sides below her knees, sometimes it runs all the way to
her hip. Sometimes she feels tingling
and numbness down to her toes, sometimes not.
Sometimes she is fine sitting down and then has difficulty standing
up. Sometimes her legs start throbbing
enough to wake her up at night.
Sometimes she can move to her back and pull a knee up enough to ease up
the pain. But sometimes she is awake
most of the night. Are you detecting a
common thread? “Sometimes.” That’s the frustrating thing. No consistency. Ah well, we will rough it out until the 20th
and then until her doc appointment the next week. No choice …
Psalms
130:5 says, “I wait for the Lord, my
whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope.”
Father,
would you please give Chris some relief?
Amen.
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