Yesterday, my husband came home from work with these roses for me he found while working along the power lines. How sweet is that?! They are so fragrant, too!
Hubby has been such a strong support for me in this difficult time. He's been quiet and pensive, but open to talking about what happened. After some discussion, he explained to me that I was actually dying and that the hospital staff worked expertly to save my life! If left to my own, I would have bled to death. Hubby firmly believes that if circumstances had been just slightly different, he'd be a widower now.
Was it really that dramatic? If I think about the scenario, I guess it was. I mean, the doctor was adament about my getting into surgery ASAP. It's like a story on a soap opera. It's unreal to me. I almost get a kick out of it. But then I realize the truth and I am humbled. God has a purpose for me on this earth. I feel I am meant to mother more children. I feel this was just yet another step in salvation for certain members of my family.
Just wait and see how God uses and sad and desperate situation for beautiful goodness.