God was always there

Throughout my life I have endured many different kinds of trials and temptations. Some of them have been harder to deal with. One such event happened years and years ago. I was living at home and I came home one day from picking my girlfiend up at the time, who now is my wife of 10 years.

I saw my mom's brother talking on the phone, my dad was not where to be found and I knew right away what had happened. I thought as my heart sunk to the ground, "Oh No!" I started to feel the sadness creeping up inside me, stronger than ever before. I knew something terrible had happened and this was not the thing that I had envisioned.

My mom's brother told me that she was at the hospital with my dad. He said, "You're mom has had a heart attack, and your dad is with her." Tears started to flow down my face, I was terrified almost more than it would be if I saw a spider. I was so upset, I just wanted her to be ok. I don't know how many times I prayed to the Lord that night, but it must of been a thousand. My girlfriend at the time tried to comfort me and tell me that everything was going to be ok. I started to doubt God and I thought the worse, that she's going to die and that I'll never get to see her again.

I wanted to see her so bad, we drove right away and headed towards the hospital. We hurried in quickly and went towards the waiting room. I saw my family there, I could tell that they were worried as the looks on their faces did not look good. That didn't make things easier for me, it made it worse.

I don't know what kind of heart attack she had, but I remember it wasn't a good one. She had to have a bypass surgery and I remember walking into the emergency room before as they were monitoring her. I could see the tears in her eyes, I knew the pain was deep inside me and I could tell my father was not doing so well.

I continued to pray and pray. I'm sure that the prayer hotline in Heaven was going bezerk from all the prayers that I was sending. I talked to my mom and told her that everything is going to be ok. I couldn't stay long because they had to run some more tests and I hoped that this was not the last time that I would see her.

As soon as she was scheduled for surgery, me and my family waited out in the waiting room. Time seemed to tick slower than ever, was it doing this for a reason just to try and annoy me. I wanted everything to be ok and I wanted my mom to come out alright.

I remember going into the room shortly before she was to have surgery. The sight that I saw I will never forget. She was hooked up to all kinds of machines and tubes. I know it was for the best, but it scared me. However, I knew that everything was going to be alright. I had to keep hoping and praying, because there was no way that I was going to let my mom down.

Things went great, she came out of the surgery and was able to go home in a few days. I remember her coming home in a wheelchair with an oxygen tube. She would have to use that until she was able to breathe on her own again. It wasn't long and she was doing great.

She made it through one of the hardest times in my life. God was there and he was with me. I don't know how I survived it, because I am a very sensative person and everytime I went home, I cried so much as I listened to inspirational music to cheer me up.

I knew that God was there and he was working in her life and mine. It may not have seemed like that at the time, but he was. So many people are not fortunate to have the same scenario happen to them. To those of you, I say this. God still has not forgotton you. Do not put blame God for what has happened, when we live in a sinful world the devil is out to get each and every one of us. Bad things happen, we will never understand them until the end of time.

Just like the saying says, "If God will get you to it, he will get you through it" So never forget him, especially in the time that you are suffering the most. Reach out to the Lord and ask him to be with you when you are down and sad. He will bring you through it, but never give up on him. Never!!!