*** for those of you who have been waiting for part two, thank you for your patience***
It was on the bedroom floor clutching the phone where I prayed, and cried. Wrestling with the demon of fear that threatened to take over.
It was there I heard the Truth ring in my heart: Tim would be okay. And we would be okay even if he was not. Because the Maker of All, the babe in the stall was coming to heal our wounded bodies and broken hearts.
The rest of the morning went by in a blur, another phone call came, bringing with it plans for meeting at the hospital because of a body racked with pain. I drove to the wrong hospital and was frustrated with myself for having made such a silly mistake. Not knowing what I would find when I arrived, I braced myself as I walked through the doors.
And there he was. In a wheelchair and a neckbrace. But in decent spirits.
Doctors, xrays, ct scans all followed and lots and lots of waiting. Waiting in a sea of the unknown, where the fear attempts to jump in and take hold, strangling out joy and hope. But our God is triumphant! We managed to laugh a little and joke with the doctors as we waited for results.
Unceremoniously they came, the results that is. And he was fine. FINE. ready to go home with pain medictaions and warnings of how sore he would be and blah, blah, blah because all we heard was that he was FINE!
Our Christmas miracle. A story of hope, healing, the saving power of faith, and a God who truly does reign!
How lovely on the mountainsAre the feet of him who brings good news,Who announces peaceAnd brings good news of happiness,Who announces salvation,And says to Zion, “Your God reigns!”Isaiah 52:7