I was numb. I was indifferent. Neither optimistic nor pessimistic. I refused to waste another tear over our situation because that’s all it would be – an absolute waste.
That’s how I was feeling as I sat there in my husband’s hospital room. It was the summer of 2008 and it was our tenth hospital visit that year.
Our minister said there are two ways God answers prayers – He either delivers you or sustains you. It could be that we’re simply being sustained – not quite delivered yet but sustained. Perhaps the events of the last few weeks have made me realize that we absolutely have no control. Not that I didn’t know that already. At that time, we were just riding the wave of uncertainty and just seeing where God will take us next. Hands raised in total submission and surrender.