Speak to My Soul ~ Pause

Have you ever have that season in your life when the storms just keep rolling in but you dust yourself off and get right back up because you know that is just how it goes sometimes?

Then all of the sudden…

BAM!

Right out of left field you get slammed in the stomach and you are left sitting there speechless wondering where on earth did that come from.

That was me this weekend. I took a group of ladies to Women of Faith for the weekend here in Ft. Lauderdale. I literally look forward to this weekend every year and since I love Women’s Ministry and all the opportunities that can happen when you get groups of women together to encourage, challenge, and support each other, this is the cream of the crop for me.

I’d already had a busy week preparing to be gone this week for Thanksgiving. Two weeks worth of Kids Ministry stuff handled, two weeks worth of bulletins written and prepared, wrapping up the Women’s Small Group session, and preparing for this weekend’s MAIN event. I knew that it would be a life changing weekend for some of the women and have been praying feverishly to have their hearts, minds, and souls ready to receive what God had in store for them.

What I didn’t expect was that during the middle of the conference my life would take an immediate left turn and be put on PAUSE.

During the second day of the conference I went up on the lunch break and saw that I had five missed calls and a bunch of text messages from my family saying that my oldest son, Nick, had a seizure and that I needed to get home immediately.

The problem was that I was on the concourse but my purse was downstairs with my group on the floor…I had just got up to stretch my legs a bit when I got the call. I sat on the concourse completely paralyzed. I started to cry and when the tears started to fall I completely fell apart. My friend was with me and she ran down to grab my purse. She sat me in a chair and told me to stay there, while I sat there weeping a dear sweet lady came up to me and held me while I cried from the pit of my soul.

I made it home to be with my family and after checking out my son we decided to take him to the Peds ER at our favorite Children’s Hospital to have him checked out. We spent the next five hours running tests, pumping fluids, and figuring out what the next step is for our family.

On the way to the Peds ER I packed a little bag with my Bible, journal, etc, so I would be able to stay focused on the positive while we were there. It’s not our first trip to the ER, so I knew it wouldn’t be a quick stop.

A little while later my son was completely wiped out from the events of the day so while he sat there sleeping I sat with my Bible and soaked up the Psalms. Specifically Psalm 4 ESV where it says,