Sometimes I'll be sitting, or driving, or just doing busy-work, and an overwhelming feeling comes over me. I'll be going about my day, and then suddenly it's like this heavy, thick wave covers me, and my mind goes directly to God and how thankful I am to be His.
Just now I was sitting here at the computer, procrastinating my planning for tomorrow, listening to music, and I was hit with that wave. It brought me to tears.
I thought about when I received news in January that my grandma, my most favourite person in the world, had suffered a massive heart attack, and was in the hospital, getting prepped for a quadruple by-pass surgery, and how I dropped to my knees and asked that God's Will be done, and that He prepare me and my family to deal with whatever was coming our way. I remembered the peace that came over me, this knowledge that I had, that my grandma was going to be fine, and that my job was to give her the message, to lead her to the Lord, and ensure that she was returned to Him. I remember bringing her her Bible, sitting at her hospital bedside, chatting as if we were sitting in the livingroom at her house, and praying with her, holding her hand and letting her know that she wasn't alone.
I remember sitting in the waiting room of the hospital with my family members on the day of the surgery, waiting for gram to be rolled into the ICU, and going in to see her all wrapped up and with tubes and wires, praying the entire time that God would keep and protect her, and give her the strength she needed to get through such a serious surgery.
I remember when I visited her a couple of days after the surgery and saw how strong she was, how sore she was, and I remember being so in awe of her, and so thankful to God that He'd protected her so graciously and gracefully. She had no pain!
A couple of weeks after she'd been home, she sat down to write a thank-you email to her friends who'd sent their best wishes over email, in cards and flowers, and telephone calls. She was so amazed by how many people loved her and wished her the best, and then she added the following, smack-dab in the middle of the email:
A special part for me was "Heather", the youngest member of our family, she was my spiritual booster, hand holding evening prayers making me know that when I entered that OR room in the wee early hours of Jan. 21st that I didn't go alone, someone was walking along side that gurney with me -- was comforting to me
Melt my heart, why don't you?
My grandma is going strong, living and loving life, and it's because God's hand is on her life. I am so thankful for all the prayers He's answered - from saving my grandma, to healing my broken heart, to handing me this job on a silver platter. I am so thankful for my life, my days, my family and friends, my job, my car, my music, the food I eat and all I get to experience because of who He is.
How I wish everyone could know and love God the way that I do.
Heather
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