We had just gotten done celebrating my mom's 73rd birthday at a restaurant about 30 minutes away from the hospital where they had taken him. The drive, crazy. My mind, crazy as well. We didn't know what to expect, as we weren't told much, only that "it was bad".
The room was filled, cries, clutching, bad smells, people waiting and then some more. Finally, I went back, I had to be strong, on the way and as I looked down. Those words faintly spoken, "I'm sorry, I love you mom." He was alive! Those words gave me strength, hope, and yet too, I feared and felt lost, broken.
There is so much I could say about those hours and days that have followed that night. What I do want to write is how faithful God is, in everyway. He cares. Some tiny, some big ways, some seen, most not.
That couple who happen to live where the accident was, come out and pray with our son immediately, stayed until the paramedics came. Bless them!!
His truck. Demolished. That space where he sat, too small. How could anyone possibly NOT have been immediately taken to the other side? He is ALIVE!!
Faithfulness again, as families that were somewhat fragmented, stitched back together with God-strong cord.
And again, when pheumonia was "inevitable". Well, not this time, not with our God.
Really, the least of our worries, funds, we say "paid in full", because "He owns cattle on a thousand hills."
Sitting in a chair? with a broken hip? all bones in his leg too? It's coming...that fast healing is coming!
A new lease on life, in every way. Clean, bright, hope-filled.
...and those eyes, blue and beautiful, that we can look into, safe still.
Has it been hard? A big an understatement. The not knowing, the stress fueled by lack of sleep can cut deep. It's all hard. But really, how blessed we are! We have life! We have each other, family, good friends who have gone the extra mile and more & more, warm hospital nurses, time, love. We get laughing moments in the room, he still cracks jokes. Smiles from the kids seen for the first time, hugs, and love, handmade cards. It's hard and joy-filled, and tiring and satisfying, knowing that we are there, we help, we extend grace and love in ways we can.
Life can be uncertain, yet we hold onto The One who is as certain and sure as the sun rising each day.
It's only been a week, seems like longer, but progress is made each day, and our son will walk again, build again like he loves, and be stronger in so many ways than we could ever imagine. We all will be.
