Welcome back to The Continuing Saga of Ron’s Broken Heart.  I waited in a waiting room (which is actually quite logical) while Ron had an Angiogram (which is not as much fun as a birthday-gram).  I received the news “Your husband needs open heart surgery.”  You know, if doctor had said bi-pass surgery, it wouldn’t have sounded so scary!

I have never stayed in a hotel room alone in my entire life.  The first night Ron was in the hospital they told me there was a hotel that gave discounts to patients’ families.  Whoa—a discount?  We’d never stayed in a room so expensive. . . and big.  All that room for one confused wife, who before she left for the hospital, grabbed clothes for her husband and nothing for herself!  Duh, he only needed a hospital gown, while I had to wash out my underwear.  [How personal do we get in these blogs?]  However, for every night thereafter I was the happy resident of a Ronald McDonald House!

Ron’s triple bi-pass went smoothly and several days afterwards, he had a visitor.  After years of ministering in World MAP Family Camps, they had sent Jon Cook to pray for Ron.  While waiting during the nurses’ change, Jon found out Ron is a train buff.  He excused himself, went to his car and came back with. . . a train lamp!  John was an Engineer for Union Pacific.  That was such a “God Thing”!  Ron certainly wouldn’t want flowers, he’d want a train lamp, given to him by an Engineer!

We have experienced so many God Things in our marriage.  Back in the Dark Ages (the summer of 1978) when our kids were young, I was taking Renee (8) and Matthew (5) to their swimming lessons.  It was a time when we were out of money, there were some bills to pay and we had no milk.  As we walked down our road near the small town of Aumsville, (Oregon) we three laid hands on our mailbox and the kids prayed, “Dear Jesus, please fill this mailbox with money.”  Upon our return, we found an envelope with a Salem post mark.  Inside was a blank piece of folded paper, holding a one hundred dollar bill.  Renee and Matthew had never even seen one of those before!

That would have been one of those times when Ron would have uttered another malapropism:  “Everything is peachy-dory!”