My Issues Out in the Open
My husband had surgery last week. He tore his Achilles tendon - well, technically, the surgeon said it ruptured - so he had to get surgery to stitch the tendon back together. I thought it wouldn’t be a huge deal. Yeah, I had to do the dishes now that he had to rest his leg instead of just cooking, but I didn’t think much would change for me. Oh, and drive him to work and pick him up, but we got used to that when we only had one car just a few months ago. (I did feel bad for him. He was finally enjoying playing basketball after years of missing it, and then this happened.) But what I didn’t expect was the worry that would set in, the pressures, the stress, the overwhelm. His surgery awakened some deep feelings in me that I didn’t realize were still rooted. We also had to stay with his parents after surgery because we don’t have a bathroom on the first floor and Joshua couldn’t yet walk up stairs, and that revealed some more deep feelings. God’s been using this past week to help me ...