April 21, 2009
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Grateful Girl
I’m more grateful than I can begin to describe that my husband is feeling better after whatever the heck went wrong with him yesterday. I called him after our staff meeting at school and almost didn’t even recognize his voice on the phone. He was terribly sick, and wasn’t even certain he could get downstairs let alone drive home from work.
I’d forgotten he was working late every day this week, so I was assuming he’d already be home. He told me to go ahead and take Rosie to dance, but after I hung up the phone I had an uneasy feeling and Rosie apparently felt the same way because she quickly agreed to forego her ballet class to go pick up her daddy. I picked Luke up and took him with me, and when we got to Steve we decided that Luke would just take his car to work since he was already downtown. I brought Steve straight home, but not without wondering if I should take him to the ER instead. He’d been throwing up, was weak and dizzy, and his hands were buzzing. He wasn’t totally sure if the discomfort in his chest was from vomiting or something else, which scared us both nearly out of our wits. I was nearly numb with fear, and just kept praying over and over that God would help him to be okay.
He went right to bed, and all evening I just kept praying and checking on him. I lay down with him at around 9pm, figuring I wouldn’t sleep much probably but I at least wanted to get a head start on trying. I prayed myself to sleep, then prayed every time I woke up during the night, gently feeling his shoulder for the rise and fall of breathing or straining to hear sounds of him in the darkness.
When I awoke at 4:30am I remembered there was an email I’d meant to send to the parent of one of my students so I went ahead and got up to take care of it. I heard him awaken and was half afraid to even ask how he was feeling. Turns out he was feeling much better, just mostly weak and drained. He said he thought he’d be okay coming with us to school today as planned.
Our day ended up being wonderful, with all of us together. I am so grateful for God’s healing hand. There’s no doubt in my mind it was His healing power that caused Steve to be so completely healed in just a few hours. I was so scared I can’t even begin to word it.
Thank you, Abba.
Comments (7)
whew!
I’m glad he’s ok. That sure sounded scary.
Hi there, I’m glad that he is feeling better!
Nice ya’ll love him so much too……glad hes better. Hope you guys don’t get it!
When one you love is seriously I’ll, especially when you have no idea what is, it’s so unnerving. So glad y’all are better! *hugs*
God’s love is so amazing! I am glad to hear that your husband is on the mend.
Really glad to hear that he’s doing better, Almost sounds like he was having an allergic reaction to something he came in contact with. (It’s important to remember that we don’t have to ingest something to have a reaction, sometimes we only need to touch it…
Dear Lisa,
Steve is in my prayers. I’m so glad he’s feeling better.
Thank you so much for dropping by my blog and commenting the other day. Since you introduced me to Xanga so long ago (we just won’t think about HOW long, will we?) and were my first commenter, it’s always so neat when you leave comments.
And RYC: Every time you visit you seem to mention the old ElectricPoetry Group on Yahoo. I just figured out why. You see the word “ElectricPoetry” and you immediately think of the group, cause that’s what the word means to you. I called my group ElectricPoetry because that’s the title of my poetry website, which is going 10 years strong on May 1st! The group might be gone, but there will be electricpoetry as long as I’m around!
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool