Change/Grace

June 22 was a day that started off to be fun and exciting, in the middle became painful & angry and finished joyful. It was the first day of my vacation. The Larsons were meeting in LV for family and fun. Bob would be leaving for the sandpit shortly. As I was getting into the seat of the plane, I blew my right knee. Not the way to start a vacation. So I sat there for 3 hours wondering if I would be able to walk. Lord this isn't funny. After landing I stood up and carefully got our luggage out of the overheads and limped down the aisle. As we started through the tube I told Shirley I hurt my knee. From that point my fingerprints are on the wall along the concourse for miles, then the trolley, another long concourse, finally a taxi. Of course Shirley is really concern and I'm still praying and asking God why now? Got to the hotel, got out of the taxi forgot to step on my left leg and POW! almost hit the ground. Boy! did I get attention. Bought a brace, found ice and took Advil. Had a great time, Joy in all circumstances. It's four months later. No surgery, lots of excercise and aspirin the knee is almost back to normal. Bob is back from the sandpit and I've been loved and taken care of by wonderful kind people. He is the God of love and that love becomes real with each person who reached out for my needs. I know the power of prayers released his power by calming my spirit and healing the body. Thanks to all the prayer warriors and blessed is the King of Kings.