Hi,
I had no idea it would take so long, but my rehab is done and I have returned to work, albeit in a limited capacity to start. Today was my first day back at work. I am totally exhausted even though I did absolutely nothing!
It is difficult to express in words the amount of gratitude I have for the prayers, positive thoughts, emotional and material support I have received during my recuperation from surgery. The support was tangible in every respect as even the prayers could literally be felt.
Of course, praise and thanks be to our Lord Jesus. In His wisdom all things are ordained and have meaning, according to His purpose. I know God has a grander purpose in all of this beyond just a physical ailment and I intend to grow and walk in it!
Out of fear of leaving someone out, I won't go through the long list of those I am grateful to and blessed to have had in my life at this time. The contributions you all made, whether 'large' or 'small' were all monumental in meaning to me. From the gifts of the things I needed to the timely touch on the hand when I was in the hospital, it all came when I needed it most. I am forever grateful to my friends, family, extended family, Blue family, hospital staff and others.
But there are two I would like to publicly call out and acknowledge:
First, my mother, Annie B. Crawford. What can be said of a mother's love? Certainly it is the second most powerful force in the universe! Its depth can not be measured and its end has never been seen. It is a high office and those women in it, who dutifully perform its calling are deserving of much praise and honor!
My mother is such a woman. I had absolutely no worries for myself under her care. My only concern was being careful not to let her do 'too much' and tire herself out. I am forever grateful to be the recipient of so great of love and am blessed to have been given to her as a son.
Secondly, my sister, Rosalind Jones-Francis. Y'all she really stepped up for me! She reached down into areas of compassion, I did not know she had, and pulled out a whole truck load of love for her little brother. She brought me what I needed, inconvenience herself to take me to my appointments and rehab. And she made sure to kiss me and tell me she loved me everyday. She is a real champion to me. I appreciate her more now than I ever have.
I am not fully recovered, but have come a very long way and will continue to progress. The physically hard part of official rehabbing has passed. Now the wherewithal to continue it on my own, in order to maintain my recovery, has begun.
Oh, I appreciate your patience and understanding with enduring my incessant texting and posting during these past eight months, but writing is therapy for me. I hope, at least, the poetry was enjoyable because I plan to kick that off again.
But please, when you pray, ask God to keep me mindful of His purpose. You know how we forget about Him when things get back to 'normal'.
Thanks!
Sincerely,
Edward W. Johnson, Jr.
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