All is vanity says the preacher

It is nearly 4 months post-op.

And tomorrow morning I go back. I'm really hoping that it is filled with scar tissue.

Because if it isn't... then I don't know what.

Tonight Micah and I went out for awhile, stopping at Walmart and Lowes and then dinner and a movie. It was difficult to just walk around the big stores. The knee would really start to bother me and I would be SO ready to leave the store... and then we still had to all the way to the truck.

I found myself getting really excited for the surgery.

Thinking "wow, after tomorrow things won't be like this anymore."

And that's when I catch myself.

Putting faith in a surgery.

Since all this started I've learned a lot.

I've learned...

It's ok if I don't get to 3 different grocery stores to find the best deals.

Dinner can wait a few minutes while I read a book to Elliot.

A phone call can mean SO much! (Thanks Kendra!)

But more than that I've learned that this too shall pass.

What is this little speck on the timeline of eternity?

It shall come and go and soon I'll be telling grand kids about it.

I'll be telling them that God speaks to us in mysterious ways.

That sometimes we must be brought low in order to look up.

I'll tell them that praising Him in the bad times brings him more glory then praising him in the good times.

I've also learned that I'm vain. So much is vain.

I put so much thought and time into such petty and temporary things.

And what do they amount to?

NOTHING!

What are they on the eternity timeline?

NOTHING!

And yet the temptation is there.

Every day.

Do I look nice enough?

Are my clothes fashionable?

Does the house look outdated?

Do we need more flowers in the landscaping?

Does so-and-so think I'm a dork?

What do others think of my mothering skills?

Goodness sakes alive! How do we not all go insane?

There is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and drink and find enjoyment in his toil.