Surgery day. My son and I arrived in my husbands room before the flourish of activity. We had a nice talk together and gave hugs and kisses. Then it was on. The surgeon stopped in for a pre surgery visit along with his fellow. We spoke briefly and then it was time for the surgery suite transport and anesthesia docs to do their thing. We met everyone and then they were off. Wheeling my husband from his room down to the surgery suite. Surgery was short in comparison to the others and by mid day we were all back in the ICU. Early that morning I had called my mom to let her know what was happening and by early afternoon she had landed at the airport and was at the hospital to help out. She and my son took care of getting her settled in her room at the hospitals Inn. Another stroke of grace. While I went back up to the ICU to be with my husband. Things went well.
Day 4 in the hospital and day 1 after surgery. I arrived early that morning. My husband was still asleep so I sat quietly and drank my coffee while I watched the sunrise. During this time I started praying for miracles. Just that, "Lord we need miracles". Then I stopped. I had a prodding in my heart that stopped me. I realized I wasn't praying in the right way. I shouldn't be praying directively and telling what we needed but instead be praying for courage to have active faith because in having faith, I would have endurance to wait on Him to provide us with what He already knew that we needed. So that's what I did. This is when grace fell into the place that God had already prepared.
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