I never gave much thought as to who would bring the message. THE message. Turns out for me, it's Tim Oneil. He called to say he was in the neighborhood and would like to stop by. Of course I was up for it. (Tim always brings me coffee) This time, no cup. Probably best as it took both of his hands to catch Sailor and I on our way to the floor. I have never felt so sick and weak in my life. Time moves at an odd rate when you don't know if your husband will live to see your face again. Or if your daughter will go to bed with a father that night. There had been no report of his condition, only the urgent message to get his wife and daughter to the hospital. Yesterday was long. As you can see daddy is home today with both of us and all those awful fears are laid to rest. I praise our Father in heaven for the reminder of our frailty and his sustaining grace over our family.
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