Journal Entry 3/3 From Kristi

Last full day in the hospital. I woke up and lay in bed for a moment, just staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts of this past journey since November and thoughts of our future path swirled around in my head. My heart and my flesh felt heavy, like they were failing me, but equally, my heartfelt light and I was very aware God was strengthening my heart, reminding me that HE is our portion forever. (Psalm 73:26) We have NOT been dealt a bad blow. GOD is our portion! God is good; therefore, Life is good.

Nevertheless, I just laid there for a moment, waring between flesh and spirit, but God gently squeezed my heart and caused it not to break.

A tsunami defiantly hit us this week. Our plans to remain in Outpatient therapy came to a halt with insurance complications. We were told we would have to return to Oregon March 4. Home is not ready. Necessary equipment, namely Zac’s wheelchair, would not be covered. The waves felt HUGE and I was gasping for air. Once again, we were waking in the midst of the impossible. Once again, faith and fear wrestled.

But I remembered a lesson from early on in Zac’s injury - we do not have to fear the impossible - indeed, enjoy it - because it sets up “the perfect storm” for God to work His miracles. And so, in the 11th hour, at 11 am, God came through and suddenly Zac was miraculously provided with two weeks of outpatient rehab and gifted a wheelchair.

It was enough to let us take another deep breath, praise the Lord for today’s daily bread, and commit the unknown future back to Him again.

So... this morning of our last day... I stepped out into the sunshine on my short walk to the hospital, the morning air was crisp and refreshing, and I found myself humming, “And all my life You have been faithful; And all my life You have been so, so good. With every breath that I am able, Oh, I will sing of the goodness the of God.”

Let’s do this today, Lord.

He’s got bass playing and swimming on his last day schedule.

Time to get back in the waters.