Life doesn't stop just because the unexpected happens.
And, honestly, for that I am grateful.
Kids are still kids.
They have needs. They tell jokes. They fight.
They are so dag-on cute.
Food still has to be cooked. And eaten!
And even though my docs have pretty much said coffee can't go on (too stimulating for the brain--among a million other things, it seems, are not great for my particular brand of seizure)...hot cocoa can!
Many have asked how we are doing...how I am doing. The answer may not seem not like a direct answer at all, but to us it is the answer.
The answer is God is good.
How will we ever know Him as Comforter if we never need to be comforted? How will we know Him as our Sustainer if we never experience anything through which we need to be sustained? How will I ever know the securtiy and protection of Him as my Refuge...unless there are those things for which I must run to Him because I need His shelter?
And so...He has been...everything He's promised to be.
He is good.
And because He is Who He says He is...
He has enlarged me when I've been in distress...Psalm 4:1 KJV In Him,
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8-9
I don't know if I could call this the theme verse for the last 3 weeks of my life...but it has definitely come to mind repeatedly!
If I had been given the opportunity to write the script...I in my own (admittedly) limited knowledge would have written the last 21 days sooooo differently.
But God. Anyone who has been to the blog knows about Luke's home-going the day after Christmas.
What some of you may not know is that on the morning of New Year's Eve Kevin was awakened by strange noises I was making while having, what we later learned was, a grand mal seizure. I awoke in an ambulance.
My poor husband had quickly called 911 while he tried to discern if I was breathing. After being taken to ER, I spent the next 2 days in the hospital as doctors tried to determine the cause of the seizure. Thankfully, test after test came back clear; but what was determined was that some "spells" that I had been having with increasing consistency at ovulation and the beginning of my menstrual cycle were actually small seizures.
The stress of Luke's death and several other coinciding factors is believed to have triggered the grand mal seizure.
Now, in my own defense, I had been in the process of getting the "spells" checked out...already had an appointment set up which thankfully was set for only a few days after the seizure...I just didn't get there in time.
The consensus among the doctors is that I have had an underlying seizure disorder that is triggered by hormonal fluctuations and that hopefully getting my hormones, thyroid, and adrenals balanced will eliminate them.
That's the short of it for now.
Would love your prayer support for this new road...