There are days that don't go as planned. Days when your course takes you in a completely different direction. Days where you find yourself in a constant state of prayer. Days that cause a flurry of emotions in a split second.
I received the call at 12:36.
I dropped everything and rushed out the door.
I made it to the hospital before the ambulance. While I waited, I prayed. I paced. I did my best not to worry.
In the midst of the turmoil, I was reminded of how lavishly and adoringly my Savior loves me. And my family. He pours out His abundant love and grace and mercy on us each and every day.
I spent the day with my family in the ER. And despite how dire the situation looked at the onset, we found ourselves laughing and having a good time.
We made memories.
Memories that, while scary and unnerving at first, turned to laughter. Memories that will stay with me for a lifetime.
My family felt covered in prayer. And protected under the wings of my Jesus.
Today, I had planned to take a nap and wash some clothes.
Instead, I got to spend the day with my family.