This little left leg, in a few weeks, will boast a new scar, somewhere next to an old one, maybe even through the old one, breaking scar tissue. This little tibia, once a bit bowed and slanted too much toward the inside of the knee is now corrected, standing straight and tall, ready for a guiding 8-plate to be removed. This femur, still a bit sluggish to cooperate, is getting an 8-plate of its own.
This little one isn't worried, not anxious, not him. He's looking forward to a nice pair of crutches. When you're six or seven, you leave surgery with a walker, but when you're nine, it's crutches, baby, and you suddenly become the third grade star --at least for a day or two!
This blogger, she's written a lot about perspective because God's granted her a bit of wisdom; given all the scars, she had to ask --and He's a gracious giver. She often wonders why He keeps giving, freely, abundantly to her --who fails and complains and wanders (and wonders). And He reminds her, quietly, gently that the gift isn't about her, isn't tied to her worth, her work, but to His.
- in reference to place
- to sojourn, tarry
- not to depart
- to continue to be present
- to be held, kept, continually