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Incarceration: My Unauthorized Absence

I have been absent because of an incarcerated/strangulated umbilical hernia which tried to kill me and for which I needed emergency surgery. The story is a great one of God's providence and care for me. It has done much to increase my gratitude for the simple blessings of life and I hope to blog all about it later. Right now I am exhausted and need to spend time mending. I was 4 hours in surgery, 5 days in ICU, 3 days more in the TU and have been home for about 24 hours. I need more rest and more time to reflect. I do not want to lose the significance of this blessing in my life. I don't want to go back to life as it was before. I want to retain this appreciation for my insignificance and my utter dependence on Him. As my physical strength returns I don't want to my faith to diminish. That and the risk of infection are my two greatest obstacles if God should lead you to pray for me.

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JenOPCer said…
Rozie, I'm so glad that God gave you the Grace to come through this with greater faith. We are praying for you! --JenOPCer
Anonymous said…
Sooo glad to hear from you...even if it's just so briefly. But in your brevity, you said sooo much! It is such a blessing and encouragement to hear of your acknowledgment and the depth of your understanding of God's complete sovereignty. All is for our sanctification and for His glory -- and you are obviously closer to your God and glorifying Him through it all! God has blessed you with His wisdom. Go rest physically and continue to rest and glory in Him! Isn't He the best and greatest and good Physician!!! You told me before, "What encourages me the most is the evidence of their faith during the darkest and hardest times of their lives. Be encouraged by that. It's so cliche but it is so true." You have just encouraged me and I'm sure many others as God leads them to your blog.
~Het
Lockheed said…
You've been and and continue to be in my prayers. Miss you in channel!
Carla Rolfe said…
{{{{ rozie }}}} I'm looking forward to your testimony when you're well rested.

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