Going Under The Knife

Digging though my note book I find this dated Oct 26, 2012

     I sit in the waiting room, waiting to go under the knife.   Subdued by anxiety but excited by the thought of waking up and being able to see clearly...not visually impaired with cataracts.

     And such is life...anxious about dying but excited about the possibilities of waking up and being able to see clearly, getting all the answers to life's nagging questions and being welcomed home with the words "my good an faithful servant".

Thank you my Lord

Life 's not so hard

For this I know

You’ve blessed me so

Amen.