One year ago today, I had to put all of my trust in the surgeon who would perform my husband's back surgery. After he fell and his back was broken - I was faced with the scariest situation of my life. How would I trust the hands that would determine the rest of my husband's future? How would I find peace in everything we were faced with? We are a very active family, and my husband's job requires physical fitness. How could he continue to be a Fire Lieutenant with a broken back? How would he be the dad he had always been? How will I encourage him through this difficult time? How could this happen to someone so strong? I was instantly drawn to prayer, even with all of my questions.
My husband was blessed with an amazing doctor. How did I know this? Before the surgery, the surgeon sat down with me, as well as my parents and in-laws. He explained what he would be doing, and how it would all work. But what I remember most is the last thing the doctor said to me. He looked me in the eye, and he said, "I will fix the picture, and God will do the rest." At that moment, I knew God had blessed us with the hands that would heal my husband. Tonight our family celebrated the most miraculous recovery I could have ever imagined!
Going through this difficult year gave me just a glimpse of what Veterans have dealt with. My hope and dream is to show them how much they are appreciated for everything they have gone through and for everything they have sacrificed so that we can all have a wonderful life in the amazing United States of America.