I sat outside his hospital room and sobbed. My tears soaked my shirt and what felt like hours later, a wave of calmness came over me and I started to pray. "Please God, heal my husband." Now as I look back at this moment, I know that God was with me. He was hearing my prayers even though I was so angry at Him.
This is going to be somewhat of a departure from what you normally read here, but I think it is necessary that I make this point. If you have been following me for any length of time, whether here on any of my social media, you know that I dealt with some very serious health concerns for most of last year. For those of you not familiar, here's a quick recap.
