Thankful for Those Familiars
Rebekah? Yeeeess? Ready? I guess, so! Can my Mom and Dad come too? Sure thing! I’ve walked through those double doors & corridors countless (and I mean countless ) times. I keep telling myself “It’s going to be okay, God’s got this….God’s got you.” Yet that doesn’t keep me from my heart racing, fears rising and my wishing I was somewhere else. The volunteer points me to the bathroom and tells me which room to go to after I use the restroom. Ok, Rebekah, this is your cap, gown, socks….. (in a very cheery voice) Well, you know the drill. I guess. It looks like you’ve done this many many MANY times! You must be a pro at this. You must be used to this! < USED TO THIS? Well, honestly, I’m used to the “drill” yes; the other stuff not so much. Never will > The drill of changing into those awfully cold hospital gowns (although I do like those hot air hose that they connect you to keep you warm during prep time); the drill ...