Papa

My papa is getting surgery on Thursday. Or he is scheduled to get a surgery on Thursday. He has been scheduled for this surgery twice now, and both times he has gone in there has been something wrong with his health in addition to what he was going in for, so they had to postpone surgery. He is getting his defribullator replaced. I am not sure what all goes in to this surgery and I believe I may have even blogged about this back in August when he was to get it then. There is also a lot of stuff going on with school and such, and all I keep thinking right now is I know nothing of what is to happen, or what might transpire in the next few days, but I know the Lord will take care of me. He always has, He always will... and He continues to sustain me in the meantime. I think Papa is pretty scared about the surgery. Which makes me sad and just want to give him a hug and go hang out with him until the surgery. Then, I seem to think I am jumping the gun a bit... he may not even have the surgery, and could and will probably make it through fine. I feel selfish for worrying about work and some things that are in transition for me at work due to me probably having my job when others might. I should just be thankful. Today was just a day it would have been nice to come home to someone who I could have told about my day, but didn't have to, ya know? Just to come home and sit and maybe watch TV, eat and sit in silence with that person just knowing that they are there. But on the bright side that is something I look forward to someday having. Shoot, maybe I just need to get a roommate. ;)

So, if you do read this by Thursday, 2 things-
1. Will you please pray for my Papa? I know I have asked that a lot, but y'all have been faithful and it has always worked out. Love when the saints pray for my Papa. :)
2. Don't worry... I am not on the edge of some depressional down spiraling. I guess I just wanted to type it out. Emotional Ashley emerges again. :) A girl's gotta be honest with herself, and I can be emotional (for those of you that know me best that might be reading this you are probably thinking, oh ash, that is an understatement and laughing a bit). Let's face it... the Lord made me that way. And I am comfortable in it.

That is all for now. As they say in recovery... Thanks for listening.