MASTER'S PERSONAL LOG:
Even though everyone from the surgeon to the physical therapist says that I am doing remarkably well with my recovery, it somehow just doesn't seem fast enough. I am down to "part-time" crutch use and can move around without much if any "waddle," still it seems it should be faster. I would hate to think what I would be like if I hadn't had all of these months of "patience training"! I have got to learn how to get down on all fours and back up again without dislocating the new hip, something easier said than done. The sadist of a physical therapist, with whom I am blessed, assures me that when we've strengthened the muscles and tendons, it will be easy as pie . . . sort of.
I would presume that I'll dump the crutch by the weekend which means a serious trip to see ABISHAG! Tied as she is to a "non-floating" dock, depending on the tide, she could b even with the finger pier along her side or 2-3 feet below it. Obviously, if the deck and pier are level, getting on and off is a piece of cake. However, swinging down to the deck or crawling back up 2-3 feet is best accomplished when one is spry and nimble. And while I have never been particularly spry and nimble, I am even less so now. I would sure hate to pop the new hip while trying to get on or off the boat. The level of pain is said to be extreme and it is nothing I wish to experience ever, but I do have to get started on "das boot."
No bites, not even a nibble since the February inquiry. SO it looks like we re going to have to figure out some way to come up with the coins to sail her for the summer. "A terrible tragedy, but it looks like it will have to be done!" It is either sell or sail it and it looks like now it will be the latter.
The forecast for the summer looks good but the hurricane season looks bad. Well, everything can't be perfect!
Obedience is one of the keys unlocking the door into My Kingdom,
ReplyDelete..so love and obey.
No man can obey Me implicitly
…without in time, realizing My Love,
…in his turn responding by love to that Love,
…and then experiencing the joy of the beloved,
…and the lover.
The rough stone steps of obedience lead up
…to the mosaic of Joy and Love
…that floor My Heaven.
As one on earth who loves another says,
…”Where you are is home,”
…so it is in relation with Me.
Where I am is My Home—is Heaven.
Heaven may be in a sordid slum or a palace,
…and I can make my home in the humblest heart.
I can only dwell with the humble.
Pride stands sentinel at the door of the heart
…to shut out the lowly, humble Christ.