Who am I?
Who am I to doubt the power of God's mighty hand?
When I was in the hospital, my mama never doubted that I would be ok. She believed in the physicians, the nurses, the prayers of friends, family, and strangers. She KNEW that God would see me through. There were very tough times and times my life hung in the balance. She was always positive. Always there. Protecting me. Telling me to breathe slowly. Trying to calm my anxious spirit. I cannot imagine how I would feel watching my child struggling to breathe leaving on a helicopter. I would crumble. You are so strong. I have learned so much from you. Always, always push.
Psalm 33 from The Message:
The skies were made by God's command; he breathed the word and the stars popped out. He scooped the sea into his jug, put the ocean in his keg.
Wow! God can do anything.
I don't remember much about my time in critical care, but what I do remember is my family. I remember mama right in my face. Kissing me constantly and telling me she loved me. I remember my steadfast brother, standing in the doorway of my room, hands on his hips, worried but confident. Asking questions and overseeing my care. My daddy. My prayer warrior and petitioner. He was and is in love with "his little girl." Alas, I always will be "his little girl". My Aunt Kathy. Bless you. You have seen me in my most vulnerable place and you encouraged me, pushed me. Aunt Kathy, mama bear, friend, nurse. I treasure you. My Deanna Lou, my forever friend and encourager. You never wavered. Megan, the fear you must have felt, I cannot imagine. I am so proud of the young lady you are. My Grandma Roberson, an angel on Earth. Your prayers did not go unheard or unanswered. God was listening.
So, who am I to doubt that God could leave me in that unstable state? Life is hard. It's a long journey, but it's worth all the struggle. Trust and believe that YOU are worth the fight!
When I was in the hospital, my mama never doubted that I would be ok. She believed in the physicians, the nurses, the prayers of friends, family, and strangers. She KNEW that God would see me through. There were very tough times and times my life hung in the balance. She was always positive. Always there. Protecting me. Telling me to breathe slowly. Trying to calm my anxious spirit. I cannot imagine how I would feel watching my child struggling to breathe leaving on a helicopter. I would crumble. You are so strong. I have learned so much from you. Always, always push.
Psalm 33 from The Message:
The skies were made by God's command; he breathed the word and the stars popped out. He scooped the sea into his jug, put the ocean in his keg.
Wow! God can do anything.
I don't remember much about my time in critical care, but what I do remember is my family. I remember mama right in my face. Kissing me constantly and telling me she loved me. I remember my steadfast brother, standing in the doorway of my room, hands on his hips, worried but confident. Asking questions and overseeing my care. My daddy. My prayer warrior and petitioner. He was and is in love with "his little girl." Alas, I always will be "his little girl". My Aunt Kathy. Bless you. You have seen me in my most vulnerable place and you encouraged me, pushed me. Aunt Kathy, mama bear, friend, nurse. I treasure you. My Deanna Lou, my forever friend and encourager. You never wavered. Megan, the fear you must have felt, I cannot imagine. I am so proud of the young lady you are. My Grandma Roberson, an angel on Earth. Your prayers did not go unheard or unanswered. God was listening.
So, who am I to doubt that God could leave me in that unstable state? Life is hard. It's a long journey, but it's worth all the struggle. Trust and believe that YOU are worth the fight!
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