This time last year was so hard. My husband was in the hospital with Covid and had been put on a ventilator. There was no way I could go see him because of hospital regulations, and I was devastated, to say the least, and afraid I was going to lose him. Days were long and nights were longer. My heart hurt. I felt like I was just going through the motions, which was exactly what I was doing. But because of GOD's great love and mercy, I was able to get through each moment.
Fast-forward to a year later...my husband is at home with me every day. He works every single day, and does what he can around the house. He gets tired and overwhelmed more quickly than he did before Covid. But, he is here with me. The LORD saw fit to let me keep him. Thank you, JESUS!
Scriptures says that the Holy Spirit prays for us with words that can't be uttered. There were many days that all I could do was say, "LORD, help me." I would pray for my husband, but several times, I prayed for me, that the LORD would give me strength for the next step. HE did. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt how I was getting through each moment, and it wasn't by my strength.
Scripture says that we should not look back, but forget "those things which are behind, and reaching forward to those things which are ahead." (Phil. 3:13} But as I look back, I can see that JESUS was with me, with us, every step of the way. I don't dwell on what was. But when I do remember, all I can do is praise HIM for being with both my husband and me through that scary time.