The Most Beautiful Day

Today has to be The Most Beautiful Day.

I’m sitting in a rocking chair pulled up to the open sliding glass door. The sun is shining down on me, the gentle breeze is drying my hair from a late shower. The bird songs are blending with the songs from my phone. “You are all I need” fades into “Who Am I” and I just slowly rock, and enjoy.

It’s day 9 after surgery.

I survived the ‘just survive’ stage. I got through the ‘this was a huge mistake’ phase. And yesterday I dealt with the ‘I’ve just got to get out of this house!” stage by taking a walk by the dam and then stopping at the library to pick up a new pile of quarter books. 

My bandages are tight and uncomfortable, but not unbearably so. My remaining stitches aren’t itchy yet. My bruises have all faded to yellow and brown, and some have faded completely away. 

I am healing.

And as I bask, rock, and listen, I realize that it’s not just a physical healing.

I lean my head back, breathe deeply, and feel Peace.

I am content.

The first time I remove the bandages and look in the mirror after a surgery, my heart breaks. 

But by the 9^th day, it’s not so bad.

We won’t see the final results for about six months, when the swelling has all gone down, the stitches have dissolved, and the scars have faded.

But for now, I am content.

For now, breasts don’t matter.

For now, cancer can’t hurt me.

Because the sun is shining and the birds are singing. 

God is on His throne and all is right with my world.

What is your Most Beautiful Day?