I’ve witnessed your faithfulness
Just over 2 years ago my husband fell deathly ill.
It was the first time I have ever seen an unresponsive person.
The first time I’ve ever called 911.
The nurse at the front desk told me over the phone that they wouldn’t allow anyone into the ICU unless it was a “last wishes” situation…
and then they called me to come in…
While he was awake they talked to us as if, yes this was serious, but he had a good chance of healing.
but after we had talked, and he was put under, they pulled me aside… showed me scans of his lungs that had only one nickel-sized pocket for air… they asked me about my family and living situation. They asked about my support system… refusing to reiterate the 60% survival rate they had said just moments earlier. and so much more… it shouted:
We doubt highly that he’ll make it through this.
I’ve always held strongly to the belief, even still, that God is my security, my stronghold, my provider.
It is knowing he is all-powerful, all-caring, and all-good that gives our hearts peace and strength in the midst of grief and chaos.
But it wasn’t until that day and the 6 weeks to follow that those beliefs were tested to the MAX.
I have vivid memories of the lies Satan tried to weave into my mind- the active fight against them was won in part because of the multitude of brothers and sisters in Christ praying mighty prayers over me.
It was hard.
I learned some hard lessons in those 6 weeks
One of them was that trusting in God as my ultimate provider was no excuse to not have logical, basic paperwork lined up.
WE didn’t have a will. We had talked about it but hadn’t fully agreed on what to put in it… so we just didn’t do it.
(so I got that done and signed while he was under…) because anything is better than nothing when it comes to reliving potential stress on family.
I realized that I couldn’t sign his checks and cash them because I didn’t have Power of Attorney.
This stuff needed to be done, not because we should depend on them to “ease our anxiety” but because without them done we heap a completely unnecessary pile of stress on ourselves and others.
Fast forward 6 weeks
God did SO many things in those 6 weeks LJ was in the hospital- He vividly answered my prayers after just one week and let me keep My Love.
Multiple nurses in the ICU would tell us how he was “the talk of the floor”, “an absolute miracle,” that “brought hope to everyone” a few even cried when he graduated.
My God was so kind to me
and despite the feelings inside that say, you should be quiet about this story because God doesn’t answer everyone like he did you… I cannot help but spread this story of His goodness because I am sure, without the shadow of a doubt, that even if he had answered entirely differently,
