(One year ago today )
If I woke up today and it was one year ago ... I would be waking up in a haze.
A life practically living at the hospital.
A life of making decisions that would affect the rest of her life.
If it was a year ago I would be waking up , going to the hospital, and saying goodbye to my grandma before she headed into brain surgery.
If this was a year ago today, I would be sitting there for six hours while the fate of my best friend was in the hands of a team of miracle makers and God's gracious hands ofcourse.
If It was a year ago, I would hear the most precious words ever spoken " 95% of the cancer is gone."
If it was a year ago today I would take the elevator up to the fourth floor, walk in the ICU see you alive and cry harder than I ever thought possible. I would cry and praise God that you were still here. I would go home eat your favorite ice cream and rejoice over a miracle that no one thought was possible.
I would sit in the chair, that sits empty to my left, and wait for the day you'd open your eyes, smile, say I love you, and be home.
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I live by dates. I have been dreading this week since November 8th.
Today is a reminder of the nightmare that was last year.
I hate that sometimes nightmare is the only way I can seem to describe this year, becuase that's not what it was.
It was year filled with beautiful miracles, moments of ultimate faith, growth, love, service and loss.
While the loss seems to out weigh the others, today I choose to choose joy.
Last year, when reflecting on my grandma making it one month post-surgery .I wrote this on my Tumblr
"This month has showed me how fragile life is. It showed me that when you get to the end of your rope God is always there. It showed me the beauty in eyes opening, steps being taken, and a homecoming that I could only dream about 30 days ago."
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Reading this helped me to see this joy.
Yes this year was hard. And yes I would kill for her to be sitting right next to me.
I would die for one more conversation. For a hug. Or an I love you.
But then I remember none of those will ever be enough. One more is never enough when you love someone.
But the beauty is , we got one more. God gave us six months of I love yous on borrowed time.
I wrote this last year,
" I realize that this is time God so graciously has blessed me with. This is time I will never get back. This is time that I will treasure as long as I live. This is time that has taught me about the woman I someday want to be. I would kill to have half the fight, wisdom, and strength my grandma shows me. She paved the way for me to live the blessed life that i do, one I do not deserve. So when i get upset I’m reminded tomorrow isn’t promised. She may have five years , it may be one year, for all I know it could be one week. This fact a month ago would have been unsettling to me. But now I look at this as time that God intended to teach me lessons through. To allow me to show His love in human form. To show the woman who has loved me more than anyone else for 19 years the same love back. Those are the things I must remember "
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As I read that I cried. Because those six months are days minutes and even seconds that I thank God for that I have to remember. I praise Him for making a way for me to see her and say goodbye to her on a day I shouldn't have been able to make it out here. I praise Him for the ability to see what a blessing I had. I praise Him because I know that He is the reason my heart is calm.
I praise Him because my grandma was a miracle despite her ending.
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This was all tied together yesterday at church when we were talking about miracles. I laughed at the irony.
One day shy of the of the day the biggest miracle I ever saw happened.
And as I sang I prayed...
I prayed that tomorrow as I wake up, I remember a family may have found themselves right where we were one year ago.
I pray that as I wake up today they find comfort in God and his healing powers.
I pray that their surgery proves to be the biggest miracle they have ever encountered.
I pray that they make it out ready to take on the world again and bring all glory to God.
I pray that this family experiences years to come with their miracle.
I pray that the prayers of someone who was where they were a year ago some how warms their heart.
I pray they know they aren't alone and that joy can come from the deepest of storms.
I pray that this year of rollercoasters could one day help someone else heal.
I pray the my story somehow points people to Jesus.
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May 21st is a day of miracles , not sadness.
Praise Jesus for all He has done.
Today I am going to do what makes my heart happy. And thank the lovely lady who always pushed me to follow my dreams .
XoXo,
Nichole

























































