Incredible

Ever since Scott was hit by the lightning the other night (you've all probably heard about that, I think) I've been just thinking so much and wondering what the message is that we're supposed to get from this. The miracle is that he's doing fine - he went to work yesterday and again today - and besides feeling sore and tired, he's perfectly okay. His heart was okay when they did the tests on him, his breathing is fine, his burn on his arm is gone..... He has a little spot on his shoulder where the hair was burned off. It's just so amazing, you know? It wasn't a direct hit - it hit the doorframe he was leaning on - bit it's amazing, nonetheless. That my husband came face to face with that kind of power....that kind of unbridled force straight from nature.... It really scared me. I'm still pretty shaken up, and every time I tell someone about it and see their reaction I realize all over again how serious that could have been. I look at him and just think how I could have lost him. Night before last (the night that it happened) I hardly slept at all, dreaming about it and waking up and constantly checking to make sure he was there and okay. It was like a weird, horrible dream.... We were praying together the night it happened, after we got home from the hospital (at like 2 in the morning) and we were both just crying and could hardly get any words out. Why did it happen? And why is he okay? We're eternally grateful, of course, but it doesn't make sense if you don't believe that God was watching over him. In any logical, practical, worldly way of thinking, it should have been so much worse. When we think about how God was holding him in His hand at that moment, it makes better sense. God took care of him, and God made sure he would be okay. It's just amazing. It really is. I wasn't there when it happened - on one hand, I'm grateful for that, because I don't know how well I would have handled seeing something like that. On the other hand, though, I wish I had been there with him. He wasn't alone - he was with a good friend - but still....there's a part of me that thinks I should be there with him whenever he's going through anything like that. Last night he fell asleep with his head in my lap, and even though my leg fell asleep and I wasn't comfortable, I didn't move because I didn't want to wake him and I just watched him sleep and cherished that sweet moment. I could have lost him, and that makes me treasure the time I get with him more. If that's what I was supposed to get from this - to never, ever take him for granted - then I have to hold on to this feeling. If anything had happened to him, I don't know what I would have done.