Seasons of Waiting

The date of my last post is a significant one.

You see, that week was spent in vacation with my family at the beach. We had such a fun time with my parents and my sister’s family, lounging and playing games, riding the golf cart and breathing the salty air, eating too much and catching up on each other’s lives.

The next weekend after we arrived home, our lives changed drastically.

On the way to church that Sunday morning, I received a call from my dad that my mom had been in a horrible accident and was being airlifted to the trauma center. She had been by herself that morning on the way to church when a car crossed the center line and hit her vehicle head-on.

Although alert and able to respond, it was immediately obvious she had major injuries. Both legs were broken, and when exams were performed at the hospital, many other injuries, internal and external, were found.

The next week was grueling with surgeries, admission to ICU, being intubated and placed on a ventilator, and the overall unknown of what would be next.

My oldest sister and I flew in from our homes to help rotate shifts at the hospital for several weeks. The first time I left ICU to come back home for a few days, my heart was torn in pieces, not knowing when or if I would see my mother again on this earth.

For a while, we thought the sidetracks would never stop. At one point, pneumonia set in; yet another day, we arrived to find out her lung had collapsed. Even after she moved to a step-down unit and we were starting to see improvements, we faced skin graft surgeries from being in the bed so long.

Little by little though, we saw God’s hand. As we counted the days since her accident, God showed us over and over again that He is in control. There were so many emotions and lessons to learn, probably different for each one of us in her family.

I say all this to say:

God is good.

Even if…

Even if my mother had not survived the accident or made it to the hospital (it was a miracle she did).

Even if she had not made it out of ICU.

Even if she had never walked again (she is now making rounds in the first floor of her home with a walker).

Even if she were never able to play the piano again (she even played the organ her first Sunday back to church in March).


I have seen miracles in my mother’s life and body.

But I have also seen miracles in my own heart.

During those long days and nights sitting in ICU or a hospital room, holding my mother’s hand, keeping her from pulling that trach out (again!)…quoting scripture to calm her down in the middle of the night when she wanted to go home so badly and did not understand why she could not leave…singing hymns to her and watching that foot pat the rhythm, even with the orthopedic hardware holding it fast…and all the other unmentionable things that come with situations like hers…

God taught me to be still.

  • God taught me to examine my priorities.
  • God taught me patience.
  • God taught me courage to speak about Him to those around me.
  • God taught me a greater respect and understanding for others who maybe are not like me.
  • And God has taught me that He is in control of all things. That He does not work on my timeline.

He also taught me that there are seasons we must go through, when they seem the worst timing to us, so that He can show us how to sacrifice, to be humble, to learn trust, to prepare us for the season to come next.

The writer of Hebrews reminds us in chapter 12 that we are chastened (disciplined) by our parents to make us better people. Likewise, God disciplines His own children (Christians) “that we might be partakers of His holiness” (v.10, KJV).

These hard circumstances can do one of two things:

  • They can harden us to the Person of God.
  • Or, if we will allow it, they can open our eyes to who God is.

That is was He has done for me.

“Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.”

Hebrews 12:11, KJV

What is God desiring to teach you in the place you are right now, at this very moment, in this season of your life? Are you too busy to stop and listen? Are you so focused on your own goals that you have not stopped to consider God’s goals? Or maybe you have complained about where you are (oh haven’t we all?) and you do not understand why God is not moving mountains for you?

I encourage you to make time to consider God and His leading. If you don’t, He is famous for making us stop and listen. Either way, see the trials for what they are: opportunities to become more like Christ.

It may just change your life in more ways than you could have ever imagined.

P.S. Thank you all for understanding during my time of silence. Lord willing, I am back in the swing of things. Mom is home and passing therapy with flying colors! – With much love and prayer, Ginger

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