I wrote this blog originally last night when I came home from the hospital and everything was very fresh on my mind.
I shouldn't have.
I was too emotional and wasn't thinking clearly when I wrote it.
I didn't consider the fact that other people out there might have been through the same thing and it may have not turned out so well.
Therefore, I am re-writing this sans details.
I just want to say that my husband did, in fact, have a heart attack.
When I found him and got him to the hospital, I began to pray Psalm 91. I like The Message version of it...
You who sit down in the High God’s presence,
spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow,
Say this: “God, you’re my refuge.
I trust in you and I’m safe!”
That’s right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you’re perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
drop like flies right and left,
no harm will even graze you.
You’ll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God’s your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can’t get close to you,
harm can’t get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they’ll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
You’ll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
and kick young lions and serpents from the path.
14-16 “If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God,
“I’ll get you out of any trouble.
I’ll give you the best of care
if you’ll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I’ll answer, be at your side in bad times;
I’ll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I’ll give you a long life,
give you a long drink of salvation!”
He is in ICU now, and barring any complications, will be moved to a regular room today. On Monday, he should come home. There was absolutely no damage at all to his heart muscle. The Lord kept his promise from the Psalm and heart disease didn't do one bit of harm to my husband's heart muscle.
The doctor told me, when they came out of the procedure, that this shouldn't interfere with his work at all as long as he doesn't have any further chest pains.
I am counting on God to keep His promise from Psalm 91, to protect us from this disaster that began to erupt around noon yesterday. This heart attack came just as we were able to see light at the end of the tunnel. But God is faithful and I am counting on Him.
I'm also thankful for Psalm 23 in times like this because when I start to get upset or worried, I get still and quiet and just meditate on this Psalm. Then peace comes to take its rightful place, and I am reminded once again that there is no reason to fear anything. I am reminded just how much the Lord loves us and cares about us.
The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.
He lets me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He renews my life;
He leads me along the right paths
for His name’s sake.
Even when I go through the darkest valley,
I fear no danger,
for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff—they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Only goodness and faithful love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
as long as I live.
This is how I get through times like these since I have no family near me and I have gone through most crises and births of my children alone, thanks to the military life.
Ok...this has gone on long enough.
I cannot believe how supportive the SP community is.
I hope I can learn to be as supportive of you as you are of me. I don't want to be just a "taker" and not a "giver" as well.
Thank you once again, Sparkies. You are awesome!!!