The Joy of Freedom

Dear Reader:

Thank you for all your prayers…yesterday I got to put WV (my wound vac machine) on the “Midnight Train to Georgia”…at least as far as Atlanta. (From where it came!)

(Actually the nurses came and got all the components of the wound vac machine and are sending the whole thing back for me. Hallelujah! Joy to the World!)

Now that I am off the gurgling machine and all the inconveniences of lugging it around with me 24/7 I know that I would have been terribly disappointed if I had been suited up with it again yesterday.

There was some discussion between the nurses and doctor about the next step but Dr. Edwards thought it was fine to proceed with the next stage of the skin grafts…building more “bridges” in the wound. I have to go back Friday to get another “piece of the puzzle” put in and then after that it looks like my appointments might settle down to a once-a-week routine instead of two. Another victory in my on-going battle!

On the way home…everything looked brighter, more beautiful than on the way there (I was very nervous.) I felt so many problems lifted off my shoulders…I felt joy down in my heart. I had just read a devotion that brought out an idea I hadn’t contemplated before. Basically it said that …“Maybe we need to quit letting our circumstances get between us and God and instead let God get between us and our circumstances.” 

In the excerpt from  Speak to the Mountain (Mark Batterson) …Batterson says ” Maybe we need to stop talking to God about our problems and start talking to our problems about God.”

Even in my my recent situation…I should have known my problem would have a solution…perhaps not the one I wanted at the exact moment that I wanted it…but still it basically comes down to our faith…Who do we think is bigger: Our problem or God?

So until tomorrow…If God was your answer then rest assured your problem will be handled…in God’s time.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*Susan Cadwell has a “Big Red” succulent, in the form of a cactus, I gave her for her birthday ten years ago. When she moved to Conway she took it with her and when she moved back to Summerville this past week-(her birthday week)…guess who came with her…”Big Cactus!” She sent me this picture.

Vickie, my marvelous neighbor, took me to my appointment yesterday and, then, we rode around the neighborhood, on the way home, admiring the beauties of fall before us.

When we got to the house Vickie helped me unload some groceries from the car and then took a picture of me feeling bathed in pure joy. A taste of freedom…no attachments required, needed, or wanted!

God was and is bigger than my problem…Thank you God for continuing to hold my hand through each drawn out procedure and teaching me patience along the way.

 

 

*I knew it was going to be a good day when the mailman arrived at 7:45 a.m…. rang the doorbell and was heading back down the road when I opened it to find some mail and packages left for me…one of which was Louise Penny’s latest book. I texted Anne immediately to let her know today was “P” Day…Penny’s latest detective story with our love, Armand Gamache! *”Little Big Red” enjoyed spending the night inside I do believe!

*Also the Swicegoods thank you for prayers for Uncle Rusty…the operation is over and he is home awaiting more information on what additional procedure might lay ahead.

 

 

 

 

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to The Joy of Freedom

  1. bcparkison says:

    Oh JOY! I do like good news.

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  2. Rachel Edwards says:

    Becky, I was gone most of last week and it seems that this week has flown by with appts, etc., but I will be over to check on you. I have been thinking of you and lifting prayers. So very thankful that you got rid of the machine…YEAH!!!

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