Subtle Reminder

This week marks 3 months since my kidney transplant, a major milestone in the recovery process. Despite my little hiccup eye infection and hospitalization earlier this month, I was finally approved for the Covid19 vaccine and got my first shot today! The nurses were like are you ok with needles? There is a very small pinch… but I just sat there and smiled. LOL

This means that I’m one step closer to truly rejoining society (as scary as that seems with all that’s going on) and enjoy public places, have visitors and wait for it… begin traveling again! Of course, I will be smart and use a mask when in populated closed areas but this is huge. I’d like to think there are many unique things about me you should know if you call yourself my friend, but something everyone can agree on is that I can’t sit still for too long and I thrive on companionship and conversation with others.

I realize I’ve been asking for your prayers for me and my Father, who had a massive heart attack on May 15. He is recovering slowly and progressing a bit every day. I haven’t been the best Christian over the past few decades and taken many things for granted. Even through all of this I’ve still seemingly been stubborn to HIS will. I was more afraid of my Dad dying in my arms than I was with those back spasms a couple of weeks ago that put me into tears.

I know some of you who have lost your Fathers..some before we met and some as we’ve been acquainted. I can’t begin to imagine what that next day would have felt like if my Dad died, or what that day will feel like when he isn’t here. But I do know that wherever he goes on his transition won’t have anything to do with what happens to me when it’s my turn.

So, I’d like to invite you to pray with me, instead of praying for me. Walk with me and keep me accountable. Share your struggles and turbulence with me so that I can help bear the weight of your troubles and encourage you in real time. My Dad, LaMar is a devout steward of Christ and as his eyes were rolling around aimlessly that day, his breath was slowly chanting “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus” over and over between gasps for air. I don’t know if he was calling for help of if he literally saw Him… I prayed that day harder than I ever have before, which is a shame since I’ve survived two brain surgeries, multiple car accidents, this kidney procedure and well lots of other things many people don’t beat.

Let this be a subtle reminder that tomorrow isn’t promised, for you or any of your loved ones. Put yourself in a position to be where you need to be tomorrow if tomorrow never comes. And make sure your loved ones are not only doing the same thing, but know how you feel about them. The last thing I want for any of you is to leave you wondering how I felt about you, or worse with a bad taste in your mouth.

Text, call, zoom, and soon in person visits!

I love and miss you, be encouraged.

Sincerely,

Aaron