As I sit here and really think about those words I am with you always–I remember how many times I felt completely alone in my circumstances. I think back on opportunities lost, because I didn’t feel I was capable of meeting the expectations required to get the job done. I reflect on the moments in my deepest despair, screaming out as loud as I could to God, thinking He obviously wasn’t hearing me.
"Heather, I am with you always."
How often I forget that.
I remember the times my husband and I walked through the hospital halls, taking a break while Emma slept or was having a procedure done. I remember looking at people's faces, many covered with exhaustion and fear.
This is how we met John, walking the halls late one night. His family will always be precious to us, and his story will always stay with me.
His family was coming home from Christmas vacation, John was driving. He somehow got lost, and couldn’t see a stop sign. Their car was hit by a Semi. His entire family, except for John, was in the intensive care unit. His wife had shattered her hips, all three boys were in critical condition.
We would see him sitting outside his oldest son (who was in the most critical condition) reading his Bible and praying. Mark and I introduced ourselves to him and a friendship was formed that will always be there. His wife and 2 of his boys (one being an infant) recovered quickly, but his eldest son would never be the same. He had suffered major brain trauma.
The strength I witnessed in that man, who could have blamed himself (and honestly, sometimes did) was amazing. His witness and his fortitude touched me in a way that I cant describe. His son, who was 12, will never be the same. I will never forget his words to Mark and I while we talked (which was so very often while we were in ICU).