Yet, in an hour I will be surrounded by family and friends celebrating the miracle God did in our lives by healing my very sick heart in May 2004.
I have been wrestling with what to say from the podium. How do I capture all that my now healthy heart has pondered regarding my humility, awe and gratitude at being spared? With an hour to go, I am still not sure. Frankly, I think it is impossible. I am trying to just be prayerful and submit my mouth to God.
As I listen to my children's excited chatter--(and R asking if they can wear their bicycle helmets today if it hails) I think: What if I had missed this?
As I think about my Monday night girls and my friends who have pledged to walk, I find it hard to comprehend that had I not been spared I would have never known them. These people who love my family enough to show up in the most dismal weather of the year...who prayed, who brought us meals for months, who have walked beside us faithfully since. How can I express the gratitude my heart feels?
As I think about standing next to my husband....my precious, faithful husband, (I had to stop here for a minute) I cannot help but think about what his life would have been like as a widower with three small children.
I remember my family and closest friends at my bedside in the darkest hours of the ICU and I am overcome with joy and thankfulness at the great faithfulness God has displayed in my life. He is good. He is the divine Healer. He is faithful.
If you happen to read this before 9:40 EST will you pray for my words today?