Well here I am...two weeks into my recovery, and i might add that I am doing quite well. Except that I sometimes am bored beyond any logical explanation. I am on Season 2 of Psych and Season 6 of The Office (and off the record season 8 of My Little Pony...). And while my life has been mostly been spent staring at the television or the iPad... I have also spent a lot of time in the Bible. Specifically in Job.
Job was a book that I never really ever wanted to read because it's kind of depressing. This guy has everything. He has like a ton of farm animals and in todays society he would be like a millionaire. He has a bunch of kids and servants and land,the dude is loaded. And not only that, but his love for God was like crazy. So along comes satan, with a big bad attitude, thinking he is all that and he is like "God, let me mess with Job because I bet he will curse you." God is like, "Yea right, Job is my guy. He won't curse me. So do your worse, but don't kill him."
And satan does. He takes everything away from him and Job is left in a deep hole of sadness. He asks God questions and he curses the day he was born, but not once does he ever curse God for what happened.
So for those of you who are not really caught up on the Walterhouse life, the month of May has been completely crazy. We were planning my surgery for the 16th and we had scheduled it months in advance. Just a little over a week before my surgery we found out that my mother was pregnant. Which we all thought was totally crazy... believe me when I say that medically speaking, this would be a huge phenomenon. We found out on a Tuesday, Wednesday my parents went to the doctor to make sure this was serious and Thursday they found out that it was an ectopic pregnancy (the fetus was not where it should be and was no longer living). We really had no idea if it would affect my surgery date or what was going to happen. This was one of the most stressful weeks that I have ever experienced. (and for the record if she was pregnant and the baby had been healthy, I would have totally loved being an older sister again with a little baby in the family because how cool would that have been?!)
My mom has had a few treatments to remove the dead tissue caused by the ectopic pregnancy and she is starting to slowly return to the point where she was. I had my surgery, stayed in the hospital for a day and have been home for two weeks tomorrow. During this time, my sister was also in a minor car accident (she, and everyone involved were fine besides some soreness). And life has been in general really stressful and difficult.
Reading in Job has really got me thinking. I am far from a billionaire and I don't have children, but this month has been really hard for my family, and it would be really easy for me to scream and yell and hate God for this. I know that God brings us through hard times, and I know that He is always walking through the hard times with us. I can never understand why we face the trials that we face. (and the Bible does say that in this world we are going to have trouble). Today though I accepted this crazy, hard and confusing month.
We have all received an abundance of help from our friends and family and I am truly thankful for each and everyone of you who have stayed with me, brought us food, stopped by to say hey and prayed for us. And though we can't really make sense of what God's plan is, we can all clearly see how he is working in the midst of us. We serve a powerful God whose plan is greater than anything that we could possibly understand. And just like Job, who walked through those hard times, we are still clinging to our Heavenly Father and trusting his will in our life.
My prayer for all of you today is that you can clearly see Christ in the midst of the hardships of life. I pray that He reveals Himself to you and that you understand that even walking through the hard and darkest times in life, He is beside you holding your hand and providing for you every step of the way.
So to end this, no I have not actually watched 8 seasons of My Little Pony. Yes, my mom is recovering. I am recovering as well, although I am still in a lot of pain. We love all of you who have supported us in this really hard time. And we named the baby Kairos which means God's time. One day I will get to meet the youngest member of the Walterhouse family in Heaven.
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