Road to Recovery

Recovery is never easy because it means that there has been some injury, pain, or lost to recovery from. When we or someone experiences an injury or a lost of some type our first reaction is usually shock, followed by pain, and then perhaps anger. Once the trauma of the event is over and a plan of action it taken, then it is time to start the recovery process. This process depends solely with the event and the person. I know for my mother, the recovery process from her cancer and treatment has been long and difficult.
This morning the phone rang around 4:00 am. I was deep in sleep and thought it was my alarm clock. My father answered the phone from the bedroom downstairs. When I realized it was the phone I feel back to sleep, but only for a few minutes because I remembered the last time the phone rang like that, it was my father's brother letting us know my cousin had died. That phone call was totally unexpected and learning of my cousins death was very painful. All of a sudden my mind started to run wild. I began to wonder if in fact some else I loved had died. I was frozen with fear, not wanting to hear the bad news. I just laid where I was fighting with my thoughts.
An hour later the phone rang again. This time I was awake and I answered it at the same time my father did. It was a doctor from the hospital. This meant that mom was having a bad night. It never occurred to me that it could of been the hospital calling, even though this had happened before. I fell silent as I heard my father and the doctor on call discuss what trouble mom was having and what should be done about it. The fear in me raged on as I thought mom may have to be hospitalized yet again. I soon hung up my extension, my father had his instructions. I remained in bed not wanting to get up, not wanting to face another day of my mom being sick. I remained where I was silent.
I finally got up, had a short devotional and went downstairs. I peeped into the room where my parents were and they were both asleep and snoring a little. The site of them there together drove my fear away and brought peace to my soul. God had strengthened me in that moment. I went about the business of preparing for work. Soon dad was up and watching me out. I said,"Are you two okay, Dad? It sounds like you had a difficult night." Dad looked at me and said, "We are on the road to recovery and we are going to make it."
I called dad after lunch and he said that overall mom had a good report and was not being readmitted to the hospital. He said they were giving her something for the slight infection she has and they were going to continue to closely monitor her condition. The phone call made me feel even better.
Jesus knew my family was going to face this very difficult time in our lives and in Matthew 11:28 He said. "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." We can all take confront in these His words. We know that His word stands and will not return to Him void.
My mother's road to recovery has been full of set backs, sharp turns and deep pot wholes, but we are not giving up, and we are resting in the words of our Savior. If you are going through a difficult time, I pray that you will do the same.