One year ago today, I was in surgery, my second craniotomy, this time attempting to fix a nasty spinal fluid leak that plagued my body and the doctors' wits. The interesting thing is, we had prayed and prayed that I would not have to have the surgery. We pleaded with the Lord to avoid further procedures that would open up my delicate scars in my head.
The fact is, though we prayed (many of you prayed along with us) with mighty faith, what we were praying for was not the Lord's plan. Whether part of a divine plan for my life, or simply the effects of a stubborn spinal fluid leak, the surgery was necessary. The funny thing is, that surgery didn't fix the leak either, but still it was part of the process I needed to go through to get to the end result.
How often, I wonder, do we pray and pray, only to realize later that we wre praying for the wrong thing? Like the famous words of Garth Brooks, "thank God for unanswered prayers". More than ever before, I know that the Lord's plan for my life is far greater than my own well-thought out and planned plan. Things are not turning out how I anticipated, but they will likely be far better than I would have imagined for myself. Such is the wisdom of God's unanswered prayers!
I hope you all had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend and spent time thinking about your loved ones, both here on Earth, and those who have passed on. My grandmother, Vearis Anderson Orgill Lisenbee, passed away on January 17, 2009, three months to the day before my first hospitalization. I now know that I needed her on the other side, as my guardian angel, as I experienced the struggles from my tumor. Yet another blessing from the Lord.