Six weeks, really?

It's been six weeks now since Kate's surgery. She went in this morning to her doctor, and everything appears all right. Of course it'd be all right, even if it wasn't "all right," because God's in control of it all. I don't have to worry, even if the human side of me forgets that sometimes. I was actually asleep early tonight until I woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep. Now it's a quarter after midnight, and I'm wide awake. It's a good time to just be silent before God; an easy time really, because it's pretty much quiet right now. I can sit here and listen to the calming silence outside that comes with country living. Inside, I can just be quiet before God, and the 20th game I've played of computer Solitaire.