I am home from the hospital, just for the night. It was so difficult to walk out of the cardiovascular ICU but I know that my teen needs me; there are things that I need to take care of; my husband is in good hands. They’re not my hands, but the nurses and his surgeon are watching over him. Better yet, God is with him.
This week, I’m joining Lisa Jo and the gang over at Five Minute Friday <- click for the rules and join in the fun.
The word prompt for this week is WRITE.
Write? I can barely think straight tonight; am not sure that anything I write will make any sense to anyone else, but here I go…
I’ve always loved to read and write. My brother is two years older than me, so when he was in kindergarten and first grade learning to read, I sat beside him and learned to read at the same time. It seems as though I’ve always known how to read and have always loved to write. While I was in college, I took all of the literature courses and writing courses I could. I love language and love writing. Makes sense that I have a blog, doesn’t it?
I realized the other day while resting in the hospital with another Christian novel (chick lit, according to hubby), that I should have started to journal the incredible nights and days that I’ve spent in the hospital with my husband. There’s no way I could have written much during the first 36 hours, though. I was in shock and couldn’t have written anything that made sense.
Maybe once he’s home or at least in the rehab hospital, I can slow my brain down enough to write about this amazing, incredible, miraculous journey that we’ve been on.