I have some pain where the screws were attached to my head tonight, but not terrible headaches. I may get those in the coming weeks, but they shouldn’t last very long–maybe a couple of days. I came home from the hospital and took a nap, slept so soundly it was dark when I got up, and the clock said it was 6:30. Jon was milling around like he was getting ready for work and Kalani came into the room with a towel on her head. It took me a while to figure out it was 6:30 pm, instead of 6:30 am. –It’s been a long time since I’ve been that disoriented!
A friend who brought me a wonderful loaf of bread, Sarah Dorff gave me an inspirational scripture that many are familiar with, but I love it. She said she modified it slightly–
My daughter, be faithful in Christ; and may not the things you have experienced grieve thee, to weigh thee own unto death; but may Christ lift thee up, and may his suffering, and the hope of his glory and of eternal life, rest in your mind forever. And may the grace of God the Father, whose throne is high in the heavens, and our Lord Jesus Christ, who sitteth on the right hand of his power, until all things shall become subject unto him, be, and abide with you forever. Amen—- Moroni 9:25,26