A quick note: “Hello, I am so glad to be back and here’s how I ended up with a pacemaker!”

A HUGE note of THANKS to my beautiful daughter, Tamara, for the great message she sent last week. As said, she will be helping me with the weekly messages, giving input as we go, and doing the message as necessary. I am so thankful for her and for the LOVE she brings into whatever she does.

To give you an update on where things are, I saw my heart specialist this week for a “pacemaker” surgery follow up. He removed the stitches, then checked me and the device out. I have a little over a week to go of not being able to lift my left arm above the pacemaker but he said, the way things look, I am GOOD TO GO. Until the 4 month follow up anyway!

It has been an experience I wish on no one, but one that has brought such amazing relief and insight to me. My heart rate was in the 40’s, sometimes 30’s. Of course, WAY too low but I was convinced I could keep on going. My stubborn side kept saying, “When it is time for me to go, I will go.” I did not want to have any kind of medical work done. I just felt if I went, it was my time. But one day, a few weeks ago, as I stepped up to where I read my Bible in the kitchen, my heart stopped, I lost consciousness and fell to the floor. I had blacked out, but came to while falling. Then, for a few minutes after hitting the tile floor, I could hardly breathe. Fortunately, the Lord arranged for my cell phone to fall with me and, when I could, I called my wonderful kids to come help me. They were both there in less than 15 minutes and, by the time they arrived, I could breathe more easily. They got me up and, praise the Lord, nothing was broken but I could not move very well. The pain has been severe.

Anyway, once “forced down,” and sitting in that transformational pain for almost two weeks since I refused to let the kids call an ambulance, I decided since I lived through the fall, there must be a reason, and I would follow the Doc’s advice (and everyone else’s… every person we told said “pacemaker” after hearing what happened and I had to consider that was God talking through those that love me). 

I agreed to get the pacemaker put in, which is what the Doc had been saying for months. However, I still had a bad attitude about it. I just did not want to do it. I had to have a good “talking to” by my daughter to get my attitude right, but she got it done. They got me to the hospital in just a few days, an amazing surgeon performed the surgery, and my heart rate is now averaging 60, 61, 62, every morning. Blood Pressure is down in a huge way and I just feel SO VERY GOOD. ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒŸ Still not able to sleep in my bed from the back injury but that healing will come. Getting better daily.๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ™  

So, now I intend to take life one day at a time, as we all should, and enjoy the day in a way that brings “life in all its fullness” that day. I am very serious as I say that. Each day is a blessing and that is how I intend to live it. I thought I knew that before. The point has been driven home. As the old song goes, “One day at a time, Sweet Jesus, that is all I am asking from you.” My desire is to live as long as I can, as the good Lord gives the days, living them fully in Him – with my beautiful family, and with you, Precious Ones in the Lord, by my side. 

I promise we will get back into The Word next week. This week I had to say, again, “Thank you for the prayers, and love you all gave.” I have been and am so blessed and I want to pass that blessing on to each of you. I pray for all of the needs in this world. There are so many with tens of thousands of lives lost in Turkey and the surrounding areas, the war in Ukraine, and much more. I know our God of Love hears our prayers. He cares for each of us. He is Love.๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’š

Poppa B.