Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Way #2

When I got the phone call around 10:30, I thought about how to tell the boys.  Jack and Joel were already sleeping.  Sam was not home yet.

I heard him come into the house and go up to talk to Ale.  I didn't want to tell them both at the same time and really wanted to talk to Sam alone.  I stayed in bed, sitting up, frozen in the same spot, waiting...Finally, I texted Sam and told him to come see me when he was finished.  I didn't even know if I would tell him.  But when he came in, I did tell him...everything I knew at that point.

First I remember him hugging me so tight.  Then he asked me if we should pray.  He prayed (while the first tears came).  And then he stayed with me all night.  We tried to sleep because I thought maybe I would have a long drive ahead of me the next morning.  And then around 1:00 we got more news...that Mark was fine.  That he had probably had a heart attack a year ago and that scar tissue from the heart attack had caused the arrhythmia.    And then Sam went back to sleep, thankfully.  I could hear him snoring and was glad.  I, on the other hand, lay awake for a long time.

I was so thankful for how God gave me Sam to support me and to be strong for us.