In fact, fear almost took her life. Then, somewhere along the way, Mom started talking to God about her fear and her pain. Mom was immobilized physically by pain and mentally by her own fear, but God was very much on the move in her life. My sister and I simultaneously got a feeling that something was wrong, and when we started comparing notes, we just knew we had to do something. We had to get her to the doctor even if that meant we took her kicking and screaming. We had no idea Mom was giving her weakness to God, acknowledging that she didn't have the strength or courage to get herself to the doctor. She asked God to help her. Meredith (my sister) and I drove late the night of August 13th and showed up at her door. See, God made our hearts overwhelmingly heavy for Mom. He was hearing Mom and using us to be His hands.
|This photo was taken by my sister during one of Mom's many hospital stays.|