Cabin fever has definitely set in.

Recovery can be a slow, unpredictable process — and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to get through this phase quickly. There’s so much I want to do. My mind races ahead, but my body is still catching up. So I pray for a speedy recovery while learning, daily, to trust God’s perfect timing.

Right now, my focus is on the basics: regaining strength, learning how to care for myself, getting my appetite back, and stabilizing my blood pressure. It’s a strange season where progress doesn’t follow a neat schedule. Each day comes with its own rhythm and challenges. I’m learning to go with it — not fight it.

Yesterday, for instance, my blood pressure kept dropping to low. Twice I almost fainted. Once while praying and another when I stood up and stumbled and broke some of Becky’s pottery. I frightened my family and that was hard.

This isn’t a journey I’m walking alone. Recovery has truly become a family affair. Becky, Ben, and Aimee have surrounded me with love and practical support. Their presence is a lifeline. I’m so grateful for them. And beyond them, our church family has stepped in with meals, prayers, and encouragement that continue to remind us we’re not alone.

My body is healing — but patience is required. That’s the part I wrestle with most.

Here’s how I’m encouraging myself in the Lord during this season:

• Morning Bible reading – These quiet moments nourish my soul. Often, a verse I’ve read a hundred times will suddenly hit me in a brand new way. It becomes a personal message of hope. One that has stayed with me is:“And when Jesus went out He saw a great multitude; and He was moved with compassion for them, and healed their sick.” – Matthew 14:14 NKJV
  What a comfort to know His compassion hasn’t changed.
• Worship and thanksgiving – There’s something about singing unto the Lord that resets my heart. Psalm 100 reminds me:“Come before His presence with singing. … Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, And into His courts with praise.”
  Thanksgiving is key, even when I don’t feel strong. One song that has especially helped me express my heart is this one. I listen and sing along, often with tears.
• Journaling – Writing has become a space to process and to pray.
• Hearing from friends and family – Your texts, calls, and prayers mean the world to me. Today a friend called — someone I had been thinking about that very morning. He prayed, encouraged, and just chatted with me. For me it was personal reminder that God knows my every thought and loves me. Last night, a sweet lady from our congregation brought a meal and prayed with me in person. That kind of love is healing too.
• Moving when I can – I’m up to walking ¾ mile a day now. I follow a pattern around our downstairs — literally walking in circles! But movement is important, and each lap reminds me I’m getting stronger.

So, if you’re reading this and you’re in a waiting season or recovery process of your own — know that you’re not alone. Healing may not follow a straight line, but it is happening. God’s timing is perfect. His compassion is real. And His presence is near.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. Your prayers and encouragement carry more weight than you know.

Peace!