It Was A Miracle
I witnessed a miracle. Some may say it was medical intervention, but I know it was my God at work. If you know me and my family then you have some sort of clue as to the pure hell we have suffered over the last eight weeks. I do not use that word lightly. If you have ever had the displeasure of watching a loved one die then you can understand why I chose this word. It is torture. To feel completely helpless as you stand by and watch part of your heart suffer great amounts of pain is pure hell. In fact there is a biblical reference here, but I will take my dialogue in a different direction. My 82 year old grandmother whom lives with me, my husband and our three children has been in and out of the hospital three times in the last eight weeks. The first two visits were scary but this last visit had us believing it would be the last; she was dying. She came home from her second trip to the hospital on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. She had been admitted for blood clots in her legs