my mother-in-law, K is almost as different from me as my husband M.
she is a strong like steel, much more than capable woman who keeps her emotions not as near the surface as i do. i am one of those air-filled wavy dancing person balloons on the side of the street . she is a solid, stable statue. i toss things in piles and forget them, she files and can find. i am a close friend of last minute. she, like M makes a plan. i am maybe. she is definite.
and one of the most profound memories i carry with me is of her.
after the surgery i wrote about in my post sharing miracles, i remember waking up in my hospital room to darkness outside. it was later evening… past visiting hours. my parents and M were home tending to the munchkins and the insistent to do list of our life.
my mind was pain-muddled and i remember a wobbly feeling of overwhelmed mixed with fear pushing to come to the surface and sprout. then i glanced from the ceiling to the corner…
and there she was. in a chair. still in her office outfit. her sturdy purse on the floor and some sort of crochet project in her hands.
we didn’t speak. she may not have even known i saw her.
in all thirty seconds of seeing her there–this strong, unshakeable woman, i knew that it would be all right. and closed my eyes to drift back into recovery.
i was safe and watched over and loved. definitely.
the name of the lord is a strong tower;
the righteous man runs into it and is safe.
(proverbs 18:10, ESV)