Weekend wrap-up and a miracle.

How was your weekend?

I'm guessing it was as packed full as ours was.

My life still revolves around bodily fluids.

Good thing I have 10 maxi skirts from my last catheter experience.

I'm pretty good at camouflage.

Saturday we went shopping to pick out 7 spring chicks to surprise Anna for her birthday.  That night, we met a friend at Applebee's and enjoyed a girls night out- dinner followed by General Woman's Conference.

So fun to be inspired with these girls that I love.

This sweet lady got baptized after church on Sunday...

I love, love, love these cute missionaries!

(I think I look drugged out in all my recent pictures.)

With the help of friends Anna was officially surprised.  She is going to be the best chicken momma ever!

For at least a week, she can keep her chicks in her bedroom.  (Can you believe I'm ok with this?)

Todd and I ended up in the ER for a bit.

(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.)

I would not be surviving without the help of my in-laws.  So grateful for them.

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.