Thanks for your prayers! Luke is in surgery as I write. Another half an hour and the pager in my pocket should start vibrating to indicate that he in is recovery.
We had a lot of laughs in the pre op. You never know what’s happening on the other side of the curtain; it was a fiasco to the right and left. More than anything, Angela and I laughed at the doctor’s refrain to the poor soul in the neighboring gurney, “You will now feel some ‘pressure.’” Those of you who have heard the comedian Brian Regan’s medical routine know his thesis that “pressure” is simply code word for “extreme pain.”
Funnier still was Luke after a bit of anesthesia. By the time he rolled away from us toward to OR, he was having a conversation with Tinker Bell about pixy dust.
So here we are: Angela crocheting while I type. The words of Isaiah are especially important to us as we wait:
Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint (Isaiah 40:28-31).
