I am currently sitting in a surgical waiting room. My mother is having open heart surgery. I knew she was having surgery, but didn't realize until last night, when I looked up the procedure, that it was an open heart procedure.
I am sure that it is unreasonable to be so very concerned. Well, terrified, really. I know God's got this and I am okay with that, but I guess I just don't want to be without my mommy. I sort of feel like a giant toddler.
So, hear I sit, popping Chex Mix into my mouth and swigging down hospital coffee...waiting.
I think I need to go find the chapel and pray.