I'm writing this with the hope that someone who needs to hear this will hear it and let it penetrate their soul.
I was raised in a Christian home and I have followed Christ all of my life. I'm not a Sunday Christian either. (If this hurts your feelings I'm sorry) I believe that God is with me through the valleys and through the mountain tops. I strive to serve him everyday no matter what happens. In the good times and in the bad. He is my Rock, my Fortress, my PEACE.
My life was going pretty good. No complaints, healthy husband and children, bills were being paid, so on and so forth. Then July 8th, 2017 happened. It's routine for my husband and I to talk every day when he's driving home from work. (don't freak out, he has bluetooth). On this particular day we were talking about how we were going to meet at a restaurant because I didn't feel like cooking. All of the sudden I hear him scream and the sound of a huge crash. The phone went dead. At that moment all kinds of thoughts were going through my head. Was he dead? What do I do? I called him back, but there was no answer. I quickly loaded my children in the car and my only thought was to try and find my husband.
Five minutes later he called me and said he'd been in an accident. I went to the spot where he was but the police wouldn't let me through. Finally, a fire rescue worker called me on Matt's phone and told me they were taking him to a hospital via ambulance. I dropped my children off with my grandmother and drove frantically to the hospital. This was now about 6pm. We were in the hospital for 12 hours. Numerous tests were done and the conclusion was that my husband had a concussion. We were awake the whole time. Matt was talking non stop, asking questions about what had happened over and over for 12 hours straight.
I will admit during this time thoughts were racing through my mind. What if this was really serious? What if he can't work, can't remember how to do his job? I immediately sent out texts for prayers. I had no doubts that God would take care of this and he did, in his time. I think we sometimes forget that we serve a higher power. He is not limited to us, our needs, our attention. He is GOD, the ALPHA and OMEGA, the Beginning and the END. Did I want an answer right away? Yes. But I held firm in the belief that He knows what he's doing. In John 16:33 it says, "....Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." This is true. Being a Christ follower does not mean that we won't have problems. But, we have something to hold onto. He has overcome the world. This world and its problems are temporary. I do know that no matter what happens, God is with me and he's in control.
Now you're probably thinking, "Oh yeah, so her life went back to normal and she's okay..." No, it hasn't. I have been struggling with anxiety attacks and not being able to sleep for over a month. I would just lie in bed with thoughts racing through my head. I finally went to a doctor and was diagnosed with anxiety and a mild case of PTSD. I am still choosing to trust God. My current circumstance may go away soon or it may takes years. We are all dealing with issues. My ultimate point is that you don't have to deal with them alone. Put your trust in God. Cast your burdens on him and trust him to lead you down the right path.
I was raised in a Christian home and I have followed Christ all of my life. I'm not a Sunday Christian either. (If this hurts your feelings I'm sorry) I believe that God is with me through the valleys and through the mountain tops. I strive to serve him everyday no matter what happens. In the good times and in the bad. He is my Rock, my Fortress, my PEACE.
My life was going pretty good. No complaints, healthy husband and children, bills were being paid, so on and so forth. Then July 8th, 2017 happened. It's routine for my husband and I to talk every day when he's driving home from work. (don't freak out, he has bluetooth). On this particular day we were talking about how we were going to meet at a restaurant because I didn't feel like cooking. All of the sudden I hear him scream and the sound of a huge crash. The phone went dead. At that moment all kinds of thoughts were going through my head. Was he dead? What do I do? I called him back, but there was no answer. I quickly loaded my children in the car and my only thought was to try and find my husband.
Five minutes later he called me and said he'd been in an accident. I went to the spot where he was but the police wouldn't let me through. Finally, a fire rescue worker called me on Matt's phone and told me they were taking him to a hospital via ambulance. I dropped my children off with my grandmother and drove frantically to the hospital. This was now about 6pm. We were in the hospital for 12 hours. Numerous tests were done and the conclusion was that my husband had a concussion. We were awake the whole time. Matt was talking non stop, asking questions about what had happened over and over for 12 hours straight.
I will admit during this time thoughts were racing through my mind. What if this was really serious? What if he can't work, can't remember how to do his job? I immediately sent out texts for prayers. I had no doubts that God would take care of this and he did, in his time. I think we sometimes forget that we serve a higher power. He is not limited to us, our needs, our attention. He is GOD, the ALPHA and OMEGA, the Beginning and the END. Did I want an answer right away? Yes. But I held firm in the belief that He knows what he's doing. In John 16:33 it says, "....Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world." This is true. Being a Christ follower does not mean that we won't have problems. But, we have something to hold onto. He has overcome the world. This world and its problems are temporary. I do know that no matter what happens, God is with me and he's in control.
Now you're probably thinking, "Oh yeah, so her life went back to normal and she's okay..." No, it hasn't. I have been struggling with anxiety attacks and not being able to sleep for over a month. I would just lie in bed with thoughts racing through my head. I finally went to a doctor and was diagnosed with anxiety and a mild case of PTSD. I am still choosing to trust God. My current circumstance may go away soon or it may takes years. We are all dealing with issues. My ultimate point is that you don't have to deal with them alone. Put your trust in God. Cast your burdens on him and trust him to lead you down the right path.
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