We will praise Him in the storm.
Forgive the length of time from the last update: We’ve been in a storm, like the one I experienced coming from Amsterdam Tuesday with the plane hovering over NYC’s JFK, only to be diverted to Detroit. Storms have a way of tossing us about and then cutting off our connections. The delay with Bill’s and my communication lines began when we decided the night before his accident to cancel our US phone line—save a $100 a month. I just needed to mention this for those considering. Learn from our experience and wait.
We had our two Portugal lines, except with our new challenges, the lines were being cancelled once we were leaving the country. No cut-off time was given. The electricity was out when I arrived in NY because of the hurricane. So I hate that days have passed with sketchy details. Yet, we know, even without the details, you have continued persevering in prayers. We see the effect.
For these past two weeks, time was of essence in getting Bill into an established spinal cord rehab hospital in the US, determinedly get medical records and then have them translated, as well as lining up a medical evacuation flight for Bill to the US. Many times we’ve been set in a holding pattern, fighting storms with Daniel 9 prayers.
Bill’s medical evacuation flight left Monday morning, August 3. The flight had two stops in Iceland and Newfoundland before landing in Chicago. The team at Shirley Ryan Ability Lab received him and began occupational and physical therapy the following day. They are meeting this week to establish his best course of treatment for in-stay and outpatient therapy. He has to quarantine for two weeks before we can visit with him, and even then, we’re not sure of their Covid protocol for us as visitors.
Because of the loss of phone lines and electricity here, I didn’t get to visit with him until Wednesday. So to hear his voice was a lift. Bill sounds good, extremely good. His faith and trust continue to build. His days are full with therapy and various administrative duties, like where do we live when he’s in outpatient therapy, etc. Yet, he stays busy with it all.
God is using all of our prayers to support him, love him, connect with him across the miles.
I’ll say in hindsight, Melissa, Nick and I coordinated into a team working in designated areas. Yes, there were times we had our arms out before us flailing through the fog. Perseverance and prayer won out. Yet, we couldn’t have done all of this without an army of helpers and prayer warriors. As time allows, I hope to share soon about those big and little miracles.
God is in this storm. We all have them. Having them with others, makes the bumpy ride bearable, like what Nick, Joe and I experienced over JFK, then being diverted to Detroit, doubling our airport time, coming home to no electricity for a couple of days. I always think of those of you who have had endless days of trying tiredness–war zones, natural disasters–months and years wondering when peace will arrive.
One day a month or so ago, while sitting in my art room painting, I caught sight up amidst the rows of apartments across from our building, a mother with a baby in her arms and a toddler standing beside her. I wondered where her thoughts were. All she saw at eye level were more rows of apartments. Yet, above it all was a cerulean sky with white clouds whipping about.
Through our storm, do we also see it?