Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10

 

I was sitting in my hotel room 8 days after I married the man of my dreams…the hotel room connected to the hospital, not the one of our honeymoon.  My love had gone home for the night…home was a 5 hour drive north, not a quick trip down the street.

He would return as soon as I needed.

I sat on the corner of that bed for an hour staring at the carpet.  It wasn’t particularly nice carpet I noticed, but I could walk on it.

Walking.

Something I take for granted, daily.

Walking was something Dad hadn’t done in 5 months.

I bet he missed the carpet at their house.  Now that is some great carpet…

I didn’t leave with my love that night because of the feeling.  I hadn’t ever had this feeling before, in my life, ever.  Even during that last phone call with Papa 2 years before.

This feeling was new, and it wasn’t going away.  This feeling told me to stay at the hospital…this feeling told me to be strong in front of my Mom… this feeling told me to cry in that cold, lonely hotel room…that same feeling told me to sleep…to rest that night…to dream a dream I’ll never forget…

I saw Dad walk again…

then my phone rang.
…and now I needed my love to return.