I was driving home from a Ladies Retreat.
Enjoying that ‘retreat high’ that you get after these types of events.
The phone rings.
It’s my Bestie.
I had last talked with her the day before
as I was walking into the Retreat Spa Day.
My Bestie was frantic.
“You need to pray for Nic!”
“He’s being airlifted to Harborview”
My world stopped.
You see, we have known each other since high school,
Dyann and I.
We have been through many storms together.
None like this.
My first instinct was to go to her.
To turn my car around and drive the 6 hours to get to her.
I checked and rechecked my phone for a text.
I refreshed her Facebook page over and over for an update.
Then I got the text.
“….he will never walk again”
They did surgery on his back.
Pins and rods were involved.
It’s been almost 3 weeks and they
just now were able to fix his broken collar bone.
He is still in ICU.
I prayed last night for wisdom for the doctors
because Nic was supposed to get a trach tube in today.
It didn’t happen because he had a slight infection
at the incision sight of his shoulder surgery.
I will Praise You in this Storm!
He hears our prayers!
He answers them in ways that we may not understand!
We can’t see the big picture….Frankly I don’t know if I want to.
I would probably live in fear if I did know what was around the next corner.
I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
Can I say I would feel this way if Nic were my son?
I don’t know.
I would like to think so.
But I am not walking in the middle of the storm that Dyann is walking through.
I will walk along side her as best I can 6 hours away.
But I am not the one that hasn’t been home since they got to the hospital.
I am not the one who has to tell her son that he won’t walk again.
I am not the one that will be humbled by accepting help when it’s not in my nature.
I am excited to see Nic’s future…to see how God helps Nic to overcome the Storm.
You can find a link to Nic’s story on my blog.