“I’m okay. You stayed last night. I want you to go home tonight. Trust me; it’s okay. You need some sleep.” Neither of us slept the night before.
Submission. I have worked on this our whole marriage. Well, actually, long before that. But tonight, I cried out to God, “There is no way I’m leaving his side.”
I didn’t want to stress this man that I loved; I wanted to honor him. It was 9 PM, our second night in ICU. Terrell had had a major heart attack. The doctor called it ‘The Widow-maker.’ But our Maker had worked a miracle.
“Lord, show me; show me. I don’t want to go. Do you want me to go?”
At 11 PM, a nurse told us Terrell could move out of ICU! Once he was settled, I knew God was answering my other prayer (and probably Terrell’s too)—so I submitted, trusting God, and left the hospital.
Getting dressed to return to the hospital, I looked out the window to brilliant bold color against a dark sky, announcing the sun would soon rise. . .and this song pierced my mind’s numbness:
“The sun comes up;
It’s a new day dawning.
It’s time to sing your song again
Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes:
Bless the Lord, oh my soul, oh my soul
worship his holy name.
Sing like never before, oh my soul.
I’ll worship your holy name.” (Matt Redman)
Crying, I said, “God, you bring the sun up everyday. You move the planets every day. Healing Terrell’s heart is a small thing for you. Please heal him.”
I want you to go home tonight. . . We never know what God is up to when we practice submission.