He's off the ventilator! He's breathing on his own. He's talking. He knows who Brian and I am. He even said our names. Jimmy's Journey is still on!
What a marvelous thing!
Then, I get home from the hospital, from leaving the ICU ward, and on the table in my family room sits "THE 100 MOST IMPORTANT BIBLE VERSES FOR WOMEN." I didn't take that book out. It was in my keepsake stack on top of my dresser.
My mother in law didn't bring it downstairs today. My Jewish babysitter didn't bring it downstairs. I didn't bring it downstairs. Brian didn't either. My kids get into everything, but never that stack of books on my dresser.
It had to have been one of them, but, they never mess with those books. Leave it out, downstairs, open to this, "We have troubles all around us, but we are not defeated. We do not know what to do, but we do not give up the hope of living. We are persecuted, but God does not leave us. We are hurt sometimes, but we are not destroyed." 2 Corinthians 4:8-9
Sure it didn't just magically appear there, it was carried by one of my babes..and God does his best work through his little ones.
I ask that we pray for my sister in law, as she found out during a routine surgical test that she has a 2inch mass at the back of her throat near her sinuses. Her surgery is June 10th. More challenges. I trust G-d that he will handle all my problems. I just have to trust him.
Scary not knowing.
But my faith that I thought I had, was wayyyy off. To think I JUST.FINISHED.READING.THE.SHACK! For those of you that have read it, you know what I mean.
Everything lines up for a reason.
A woman not getting pregnant, then having diagnostic surgery to see why, and finding a mass at the back of her throat. Yet her "female pipes" look great. G-d led them to infertility to discover this new thing.
Everything has a path. We are all being drawn by something.
My Dad being drawn to the very road where my brother's accident was, when he couldn't reach Jimmy on the two way radio for work. Seeing the snare of cars on the road that was closed for 4hours, then turning around to head in the direction of the hospital, not yet knowing that my brother was on his way there, and getting the call from my Mom that Jimmy had been in a serious car accident.
Me hearing "CODE YELLOW EMERGENCY ROOM" while in my own hospital bed, on the phone with my mom saying, "ohh, a code yellow, that's trauma, someone is coming in with trauma, that poor family."
That family turned out to be us. It was my brother they were talking about.
Hearing from a paramedic that works in the town that responded to the accident that it's almost impossible to see that he survived. Someone was definitely with him that day. It wasn't his time.
The paramedic seeing gasoline seeping out everywhere and not waiting like usual for the fire truck. He took a chance. Ran into the wreckage, took down the windshield and climbed in and knew that my brother was in trouble.
All of it being led.
One of the best neurosurgeons you could get that just so "happened to be there that day."
The truck driver that ran into Jimmy's drivers side door avoiding swerving into a smaller compact car, saving whom ever was in that car.
Everything being led.
Our amazing community that has come together through this.
Our family that has pretty much rejoined. Whether it stays this way or not I don't know, but what I do know is that I am enjoying this moment for however long it's given to me, because I know, now with life, how precious it is, and how in a moments notice, it's taken. Broken. Shattered. A moment passes and so do people. Each can be appreciated for when it's gone you'll have only the memories. I'd rather have quality then quantity.
Enjoying my moments and trying to get the nightmares to stop at night. Course they just started, so I won't go into this thinking that I'll have another one. I'll try hard and leave the work up to HIM.
Time for rest, it's been a long day. But Jimmy's Journey continues..