Wednesday, January 9, 1991- A complete silence hovered over the mountain as I tried to wake up on this bitter cold winter’s morning. I peered out the window, snow and ice glistened on every tree limb, dancing in the morning sun light. A light snow was gently falling, it was all absolutely breathtaking!
I turned on the television, and listened as the weatherman gave his report. We were expecting more snow throughout the day. Then he said, "Be careful driving as the roadways were ice covered overnight, before all this snow had begun to fall." Usually, I loved winter weather, but not today. Today I would be picking dad up from the hospital, he was finally coming home! I hurried to get myself dressed, I wanted to get to the city and back before the weather could worsen.
The air was crisp and clean, the mountains beautifully blanketed with snow. As I made my way down the mountain, I was happy that the van had not swerved and I seemed to have good traction so far! Once I was on the highway, I was able to follow a plow and salt truck for most of my trip and when I got into the city the roadways were pretty clean.
The oversized clock in the lobby of the hospital said 9:30am, I had made pretty good time getting here. Now, I just had to get dad and get him home! I entered his hospital room to find him sitting in the chair, looking out the window. He was so excited for this day and I could hardly blame him, he had been here since October 9, 1990, a full three months.
The first words my dad spoke were, "I'm ready to leave, where are my clothes?" Clothes! Oh no!! In my rush to get here, I had forgotten his clothes. I didn't really want to drive back to the house, but I wasn't sure if any of the local stores would be open. I was just about to tell him, but he had already pushed the nurses button. Just then a voice came over the intercom, "How may I help you?"
Before I knew it, I was wrapping blankets around my dad as he sat in our van. The nurses had given him extra pajama bottoms, gowns and blankets. Dad wore his own socks with slippers and he used his robe as a coat. A blanket wrapped around his head, I set the heat on high in the van and by 10:45am we were on the road headed home.
It seemed like the snow had accumulated quite significantly since I had arrived. I was a bit anxious as we headed out of the city. Closer to the mountains we encountered blustery winds and a heavier snow fall. I said a prayer, while dad seemed to be enjoying the ride, the snow, and just being outside. His eyes sparkled and he had a smile from brim to brim! "Please Lord, just let us get home without any problems" was all I could pray.
Finally my dad was sitting in his recliner, as the kindling from the fireplace filled the room with warmth. My mom was busy making, what my dad would call, "a real cup of coffee." If dad hadn't just discharged from the hospital, this would be a regular day of the week for both of them.
I honestly don't think they knew or were aware of the gravity of dad's frail heart. It was like the pacemaker and the new medication had given them a false sense of hope. My mom handed dad a cup of coffee and sat down, both of them were just happy that he was home.
My mind on the other hand was racing with all sorts of thoughts now that we were so far from the hospital. Would the pacemaker work if his heart stopped? Would he respond to the new medication? Would he make it through another night? My worries and fears seem grow more with each thought! I knew at that moment, my family and I would be staying at my parent's home for a while....
If we aren't careful our worries can grow faster than wildfires! So, how do we conquer our worries and fears? I needed to first identify the signs of worry in my life. I then learned I needed to go immediately to God's Word and to prayer.
Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. Philippians 4:6
I know our "worries" are not good for us, they can make us sick. Heaviness in the heart of man maketh it stoop: but a good word maketh it glad. Proverbs 12:25
Worrying can also cause us, to plunge into a 'spirit of bondage' if we do not act quickly. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1:7
Our worries can accomplish nothing! Why not bring yours to God right now? Stop those harrowing and agonizing thoughts with prayers! The burden you leave behind will give you a whole new outlook on life!!
(*NOTE: I had to rewrite this blog three times for various reasons... so I am hoping that my words will truly help someone who is struggling with worry. I pray that God will help you, as you begin to Trust Him Fully!! God Bless you!)