Dear Mrs. Don-o,
I really do wish it were hunting season, as then I would at least have an excuse for being so fully and utterly ignorant of your plight - I am so sorry to hear how you had to be dragged through a knothole backwards, but I am very happy for all y’all that, with the kindness of YHWH, and your typically indomitable spirit, you seem to have survived the ordeal with nothing but a few extra holes and some ruffled feathers!
You might consider having a cup-hook mounted in one of those holes they drilled in your face - Not only would it hide the scar, but it would be a handy place to hang your car keys. Brass though - Porcelain would be a bit gaudy, don’t you think?
Forgive me if some of your experience didn’t translate - but I did get ‘Whopping Big Miracle’, ‘Meaning-full Vision’, and ‘Life-Changing Testimony’, even through all the chanting and such ; ) ... Definitely one of those Way-Past-Wow experiences, where in the midst of terrible trial, when all is lost, YHWH comes along and not only pulls your fat from the fire, but does it with such a magnificent flourish, that it’s witness will thunder down the halls of time to distant children of your House, and will ring like a bell to everyone in your life. How GREAT is our God!
So glad to hear that you are recovering, and thank you for your testimony!
He did indeed pull my fat from the fire.
After all the heparin ports, catheters and stuff were removed, there was blessedly little evidence of damage except some scabby-crusty patches on my scalp, an odd pattern on my forehead (which has now disappeared) and a bitty scar in my neck. Since I am not a tattoo-type person, I'm not going to make it the center of a post-op petunia.
I did see a tattoo once, that to me said it all: "He loved me at my darkest."
I've gotta keep thinking about it so the lesson will not have been in vain.