My Time at the Inn

I found out today that I have two small cysts on my kidney. Now these would not normally be a problem, however, these are located near the area where the kidney's drain, and if they grow, they could present a problem, so I will have to have routine scans done to check on them.  If they grow, then they will drain them.  I thought how great is our God, because the reason they found this problem, was because I went in for what I thought was gall stones, but the gall bladder is stone free, and my pain that I had for over two months was due to a cracked rib.  It all worked out for good. I found out, too, that I have mild emphysema.  This bothered me at first, but then as I thought on it, I realized that God will help me with that also. I know my children are praying for me, and God really gave me peace.  I can tell you that when the doctor told me these things, I felt very frail, very mortal.  I know that sounds silly, but life goes along at a quick pace, and ...

In Job 3:25, Job says that what he feared the most came upon him, and I suppose that if we are honest, most of us could say that at some point in our lives.  I said it yesterday. I went to the dentist hoping to save a tooth, only to find out that I have to have four pulled.  I have always dreaded the dentist, and I have a lot of "natural" reasons for that stemming from my youth, but those reasons are not necessary to know.  I looked back in an old journal entry and I asked God to keep the pain at bay from a tooth I knew was bad.  I wrote that five years ago, and for five years He did keep the pain at bay.  I felt no pain, but the tooth next to that one grew worse without my knowing it. As a result, I have to have all those back teeth pulled; farewell to my grinders! Out of fear I lost four teeth instead of one. Pretty silly of me. There is so much to praise God for in all this. First He kept these teeth from infection which is remarkable.  Next, yesterday...

I think it was Shakespeare that said, "Vanity, thy name is woman."  The older I become, the more I see the truth in what he said.  Now, I don't like to think of myself as vain, but recently, when my little grandchildren asked me why my face was "cracked", and I looked in the mirror I see more wrinkles than on an elephant, I got discouraged.  My mind feels young, but the face in the mirror says, "you are old," and honestly, it has depressed me.  Who wants to look old, especially older than one feels?  So, I am torn. As a Christian I know that I have an eternal home with Jesus, because of the price He paid for my sin.  Yet, here I sin, by becoming depressed over something really foolish.  It's all vanity. I don't want to appear old, I want to look flawlessly beautiful.  Well, I have never been beautiful, let alone flawlessly beautiful.  I'm not ugly. I'm average.  So this is vanity to me, and how silly.  Even writing it all out seem...