Home: Last Monday afternoon I went into the hospital on a stretcher by ambulance where no one was sure if I would live or die. Sunday night about 9:30 PM I walked out of the hospital with a cast on my foot, bruises and scars on my skin and bones, and a new song on my heart. I truly felt the presence of God holding me gently as I went through each painful moment. When I was gasping for air as I laid on that pavement bleeding and my body crushed I knew God was with me. When the paramedic looked down on me and said: “I can’t believe you are alive” I knew God was with me. When I had to remain still as three people held me down as they put the chest tube in my side I knew God was with me. When I had to remain still for 20 min as they did the MRI, I used my fingers to say the rosary and I knew God was with me. As each breath became a painful moment the priest came to offer the sacrament of the sick I knew God was with me. Through the next 6 days of needles and surgery and struggle to stay alive, there were cards, flowers, and baskets of fruit, phone calls and messages of support I knew God was with me. The day it really all began to sink in that I was alive and was given another chance I had no words only tears of gratitude as friends came to pray with me the Chaplet of Divine Mercy and I knew God was with me. When those who came to bring me communion I knew God was with me. Now recovering at home with inability to do much on my own but be still, my family beckons to my needs, others offer food and support I know God is with me. Even though I have been distressed because the Dr ordered me to cancel most of my engagements for the next six weeks because I needed the rest and time to heal, I knew God was with me. I The only way I have survived this life-changing event is through my faith that tells me God is here. I want to thank all who have been praying for me and please continue to do so as I have to develop patience and let healing begin. As many of you know, I am a type “A” person: always on the go, never stopping, always giving of my time and energy to help others and feed my family. It is hard for me to be a receiver. But now I have to depend on time to heal me, others to feed me, others to assist me, and that is uncomfortable place to be because I want to be a sign of strength. But now I in my weakness I am strong in my faith that God is present through those around me, revealed in the Word I read, in the outward signs of the inward grace of God’s love I receive through the sacraments. As the world continues to fight terrorism from a global level to a local level, the mission of Jesus that has been put on my soul now becomes more profound with its strategy to change hearts and awaken the world to the truth that I have come to know: God is here so hold to faith, hold on, for loves sake, hold on there is hope to the world. I know there will be a new recording from this encounter. Please keep my family, Tracy, Dominica, and Tre in your prayers through this healing process, as they have had to adjust and sacrifice their lives for me. David Hass wrote a piece for his mother’s funeral that he sent some of us to hear. Even though this piece is a funeral song, this morning it speaks to me as a song for the living and those who have survived the trials of life. “I will not die. I will live on. With a song in my heart I will witness to God’s love. I will live on. “
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 14:44:04 +0000
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