Monday started out as a very stressful morning, at least on the inside. I was having to contain myself with nervousness & excitement as I helped my granddaughters get ready for school. Inside I was shaking, praying and apprehensive as to what the day would hold. The girls had no idea that at that moment that I dropped them off at school and gave them a hug and a kiss on head, that Daddy was getting ready to bring Mommy home! After 225 days in hospital, “today is the day” went over and over in my head. I prayed, boy did I pray and I waited.
Of course, I am not the most patient person so I had to text every now and again to see how things were going. Then the text came!! “We are home now”
The apprehension had come during the day because we weren’t sure that she was going to be able to make it all the way without a stop at another hospital. I won’t go into details as to what the concerns were for her physically because they are not mine to share, but what I can tell you is that she made it home.
I went to pick the girls up after school and the pick up was as it always was, hugs and chatting with friends. I wanted to tell them, but the surprise would be too amazing to spoil. A parcel was ordered for them and was to be sent to my place, but it was sent to their mail box. Can’t figure this (other than God’s touch), but I decided while I was waiting before pick up that I would check their mail and the parcel was there!!! (2 totally different post offices!) I took the parcel up to their home before Mom and Dad got there, so after school I told the girls the parcel had arrived and that I took it to their home. I got the gears “Awww Gram, why did you take it there we are going to Home 2”. I laughed and told them it was a Grammy thing. (We will never know why they mixed up where that parcel was to be delivered!)
The rest is amazing and again the details are theirs… but let me just say this… When the girls saw Mommy was home… really home… tears, joy, laughter and hugs melted my very soul. In this moment the last 225 days melted from what was a picture of the hours of sleepless nights, tears of worry, stress where my heart felt it was going to break, and prayers not only of mine, but of hundreds of other people around the world and was summed up in the reunion of Mother and child! God heard our prayers and in His mercy He granted us my girl home in the arms of her girls and under the careful watch of their Dad.
225 days…. tears… many… prayers much more! She has a journey ahead of her yet, but the work ahead now is in the arms of her little family. Thank you for the prayers… for the inquiries about her, for watching and waiting with us… this world is a hard place sometimes but in the arms and hearts of friends God gives blessings that can’t be measured. Thank you for walking this journey with us thus far.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
This verse has been on my kitchen chalkboard for about a year… during this time of waiting for Ashley to be well enough to come home it was more than a chalkboard, it was a constant reminder of where my hope was. The girls and I were memorizing this verse on and off over a few months, they did great… (young brains). I think it will stay in my kitchen for a long while yet as a reminder of hope and peace that was given and joy found in the journey of trust. Thank you Heavenly Father for your power through the Holy Spirit ….my girl is home!
Hugs n Prayers