I seriously don’t remember it ever being colder (especially during the day) here in Utah. (It’s warmer this week than last week. Some of the highs were only 11 degrees.) This is the current temperature:
Oh so cold but the fire is so delightful!
Just a quick funny story before I get to the meat of my post. Two of my girlfriends and I got away for the weekend to what we thought was warmer, “sunny southern Utah” weather. We left Friday afternoon and arrived late Friday night. I’d packed everything but the kitchen sink–food, crafts, scrapbooking supplies, Christmas cards, etc. only to discover when I got there (four hours away) that I’d left my suitcase right in the middle of my closet! So–I had my scrapbooking supplies but no clothes, toiletries, socks, etc.! What??? How does someone do that? I hate to admit that before we left I ran back in my house (mainly in my closet) to double check to see if I’d missed anything. How did I miss my suitcase? Clearly too much is on my mind. The next funny part is it was a snowy blizzard all day on Saturday with 8″ of snow. This NEVER happens in St. George. Still, we braved the storm to find me some new clothes to wear for the weekend including a dress for Sunday. Sunday morning we got to church only to discover an empty parking lot. Nobody gave us the memo that church gets cancelled when there is snow!
Oh well–at least I got some new clothes out of the whole ordeal! And–we had a relaxing blast! (How often do you see snow on palm trees? Too cool.)
So here’s my story with miracles sprinkled throughout.
Miracle Number One.
Last Tuesday morning Brecken awoke at 6:20 a.m. to a woman screaming “He’s not breathing!” She thought she was dreaming but as she laid in bed she felt impressed to look out her window. It was a very dark, cold, blustery morning as she saw an ambulance and police lights in our neighbor’s driveway (across the street and next door). She ran down to our bedroom and yelled “Something is wrong at the Edwards house–there’s an ambulance and someone is screaming.” I grabbed a jacket and some slippers and ran slipping and sliding down the street. The front door was open and I discovered a very distraught couple who’s 30-year-old son, Quinn, was laying on the ground barely breathing with paramedics working on him. So scary. The rest was a blur–the ambulance took Quinn, I helped Barry and Rolayne get out the door and then closed up the home.
Miracle Number Two.
I knew they’d need immediate support at the hospital and as they were leaving, Rolayne asked if I’d give their home teacher, Dave Harkness, a call. You may ask what a “home teacher” is? In our church every man is assigned a family in the congregation to visit each month to assist with any needs. It’s a wonderful support system and at a time like this, a total Godsend. I called Dave at 6:50 a.m. and he was just coming home from playing tennis and was very close to the hospital. Who plays tennis that early in the morning? Dave was there just after the ambulance arrived and was able to offer his support and prayers while Quinn was being treated for toxic shock. The nurse later told my neighbors that the medical staff thought they were going to loose him. He’d had his tonsils out a few days earlier and infection had spread throughout his body.
Miracle Number Three.
Every woman in our church also receives a visit from another congregation woman . This is called “visiting teaching.” I called Rolayne’s visiting teachers and within minutes they were at the Edwards house, vacuuming, sweeping, tidying, dusting and organizing meals to be brought in. Such a huge blessing how they dropped everything in their time of need. Love you, Stephanie and Annette!
Miracle Number Four.
Quinn was in intensive care for several days and that first day it was very touch and go. I’m so happy to report that he’s now recovering and was able to come home.
The night after this all happened, I took some young women and young men in our neighborhood caroling over at the Edwards house. Rolayne and Barry and I all hugged and through their tears, they recounted all the miracles that I mentioned above.
Miracle Number Five.
It’s funny how God works in mysterious ways. Every time I think of all the miracles that took place that day, I get choked up and teary eyed. This incident has helped me more fully focus on the reason for this season. It’s about love, service and being there for each other.
Thank you for being my friend and allowing me to share with you this experience.
Hope your holidays are filled with love, laughter and service along the way.