Heart Surgery

Well, if there is any place that tests your faith, it is the waiting room in a hospital where your spouse is undergoing open-heart surgery. What seems like endless days is in reality only a few hours. It does drag on, especially when word is sent that they are about to close - if everything looks ok. But - and that is a huge word - just in case it doesn't look good enough, then another procedure will follow and it will be a couple more hours. So you wait the 20 minutes that they first tell you, then another, and another, and another. After the first hour you know something isn't right, but you stay calm. After all, everyone prayed the minute you found out there might be a problem. Everything is going to be ok.

And it is.

You're told that your spouse won't wake up for hours, but you have to see them, just to make sure that they are still breathing. Steeled for the horrific sight of tubes and machines, you silently walk into the ICU expecting them to look as if they are dead (as one friend warned you) and are told that they are already awake. Looking far better than anyone should at this point you praise God for his healing and you smile. Your faith has gotten you through. God is good.