I’ve had the title of this post sitting in my “draft” folder for a few days. It is hard to come up with the words to describe what it is like to have your life on the line, but let me tell you, it sure has changed my life. I will never forget the moment…
A month ago, this maybe isn’t how I anticipated celebrating my 34th birthday, but this doesn’t surprise God. I remember thinking before my first surgery, that by my birthday, I wouldn’t necessarily be back to normal, but I would be far on the mend. I would be a week past my post-op appointment and hopefully…
I am more than thankful. I am humbled. In awe. More in love with God. Overwhelmed by grace. I remember lying in my hospital bed, wondering if I would make it home for Thanksgiving. At the time, it was a long ways off, but little did I know it would be just the week before,…
One of the goals that Dan and I had while in the hospital, was to shine Christ’s light in a place that is filled with difficult situations and hardships. But also God’s miracles, love, and healing. I’d love to say that it is easy, but when you are going through your own struggles, it has…
Last Thursday, I remember typing up my “Until Next Time…” post, realizing that the next time I’d blog, it would be with a reconstructed and healthy heart. And now I sit here, doing that very thing. To be able to sit here and tell you that GOD has healed my heart through the hands of…
The time has come. Sixteen years of wondering when the next surgery would be. Sixteen years of life events that have led us to a moment, such as this. Sixteen years of waiting for open heart surgery #2. I have thought often of what that day was like on Wednesday, January 17, 2001. It was…
