Answered Prayer?

Well, I asked you in my last post to pray that Isaac would be able to have his long cast removed and a short one put on his leg instead. God did answer our prayers, just with a "no" this time. I didn't handle that news too well, and was so disappointed yesterday. After a few crying spells and a total pity party yesterday, today I'm feeling much more like myself. To his credit, Isaac accepted the news with not one complaint. I could take a lesson in patience from him at times. I am sure that he'll have moments of frustration at his limitations in the coming days, as we've dealt with over these past few weeks, but his attitude has been great overall since yesterday's time in the OR. My sweet friend who said, "Well, it's just two more weeks," may have gotten her head bitten off when I responded, "No, it's not! It's FIVE total weeks of not walking, or bike riding, or swimming, or playing outside!" I have since apologized and calmed down, and gained a little perspective, thankfully. My sweet mom and husband bore the brunt of my emotional upheaval yesterday with godly, sympathetic hearts, and just let me be disappointed. They didn't tell me to get over it, or try to fix things, or even compare our situation to those much less fortunate. They just loved me and listened. Isn't that a gift? They must've been hoping I would be able to get a grip eventually, and plenty of you were praying for us, because by the evening, I was so much more rational and accepting. I know that God is allowing this healing to take a while for a reason, that he is working in all of our lives through the inconvenience and pain and difficulty, and that we probably don't see all that right now. I trust Him though. He knows that right now, when James is training in a different position at work, and gone for 14 hours a day, that I'm more tired than normal, more lonely without my best friend around, and that I'm having to lean on Him even more. That may be the point exactly. *sigh* Like Amy says, I better learn the lesson now, so I don't have to be taught it again and again.

In 2 weeks, we'll go back, to Dr. K's office this time instead of the hospital, and Isaac will be put in a short cast or a temporary walking shoe to protect and support his leg as it completely heals. We're looking forward to the day, and are already making plans to make the best of these next couple of weeks. And, I'm going to try to learn my lesson and not waiver, even when I'm tired. I've got (at least) 3 people watching everything I do and noticing every reaction. I have too many blessings and miracles surrounding me to be focused on the one thing that is difficult in my life. And, like Isaac said at 5:30 this morning, "That's a beautiful sunshine outside today." :-)