Days later, as I was being taken from the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) to the maternity ward, one of the nurses told me that she had heard about my ordeal while she was at the mall on her day off. She told me how the whole hospital was talking about it, and that she along with other staff members had prayed for healing for myself and my daughter. It has taken years for me to realize that my life wasn’t the only life that was changed on that day. The lives of my friends, family, church members and hospital staff were impacted as well. People’s faith in God was restored on that day. Through an almost tragic situation, God turned things around and showed that he’s still a miracle worker. It humbles me every time I think about how fragile life really is. I could have died on my bathroom floor alone, with my six year old sitting in the next room…But God. Whenever my little one asks for a hug, no matter what’s going on, I give it to her. Because I could have left this world without not only never getting to hold her, but I could have never even gotten a real glimpse of her. That day seven years ago I lost pieces of me, but in retrospect I gained so much more.
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Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him. Job 13:15