I'm guessing it was as packed full as ours was.
Good thing I have 10 maxi skirts from my last catheter experience.
I love, love, love these cute missionaries!
(I think I look drugged out in all my recent pictures.)
(Just long enough to catch the final seconds of the Kentucky-Michigan game. This picture makes me laugh- I'm trying to decide if we should stay or go, Todd's distracted by the game. Ha! Love him.)
My Sunday Miracle
Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in my recliner when I felt a sudden, acute, intense abdominal pain. This pain was different than my normal healing pain and worse than labor pains. It was extreme and debilitating. I ripped off my stomach binder and started moving to find relief. I could find no comfortable position, the pain was so intense I was nautious and light-headed. I knew we needed to go to the hospital quickly.
Todd and his father gave me a blessing. I was quietly shaking, moaning, and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't help shaking my head NO as Todd blessed me with "patience". No more patience.
I sat in the car while Todd ran in to grab my phone so we could call my doctor. I was mad at my "patience" blessing and in extreme pain. I cried outloud to God, one of those prayers that comes from the depth of your soul-- "Take this pain away! Please Father, take this pain away."
That instant, my pain was gone.
Completely. I was afraid to move, or even to tell Todd when he returned to the car. I kept whispering my prayer under my breath as I waited for my pain to return. It didn't. I almost didn't believe it myself.
The extreme shift from agonizing pain to absolute physical peace still brings tears to my eyes as I ponder it. It was miraculous- and perhaps too sacred to talk about on this blog.
As we drove to the Emergency Room I whispered to Todd that I think I had just experienced a miracle. We cried together in the car.
We spoke with my doctors and doctors at the ER and I ended up coming home shortly after arriving. My pain still has not returned.
I didn't tell my doctor about my prayer, but I'm choosing to tell you. Because, this past year I have experienced many miracles. Most have been the ability to endure or stay positive amidst crappy situations. My health miracles have been long and painful. I don't know why this time was different, but I'm so grateful.
I feel so humbled and grateful that The Lord allowed me this one instant, miraculous, undoubtable miracle. My pain was severe, intense and unbearable. I prayed. The pain was taken from me and I was instantly healed.
My doctor thinks I may have passed a kidney stone or had a blood clot. I do not know. But, this I do know.
God is real.
He is good.
I knew this even when my prayers were not instantly answered and I know it still.
He hears and answers our prayers.
We are loved and we are never alone.
I believe in modern-day miracles.
Today I feel grateful and blessed.
Thank you for reading my blog and for being part of my story.
Life is good.
We are blessed.