One year ago today, my husband had a heart attack.
My 45-year-old-mostly-healthy husband had a heart attack. (For the record I was 40 ~ no reason for you to think I’m quite 45 yet, right?)
It's been a heck of a year.
You can read all the ~ ahem ~ gory? details over HERE.
But for right now, I thought I'd share the aftermath.
This year hasn't been easy.
Besides his heart attack (which in itself caused lots of anxiety for both of us and a little depression on his end ~ from what I've been told that's pretty normal when people go through something so hard . . . ), we've also had some way-too-hard-to-deal-with-days with struggling family members who we just love too much, two crazy jobs that keep us racing around all day long . . .
and then we have 3 kids. 😉
Two of them are teenagers.
Needless to say, we've had more than a few tough days.
But I have to share with you what I've learned along the way.
I've learned that you really can survive some of the hard stuff.
I've learned that my husband is a way tougher man than I ever knew.
And I've learned that the hard stuff sometimes lets you live a little richer than you ever lived before.
This was us the week after his heart attack “playing hooky” 😉
James is doing great. (He's not always so sure of that, but I promise he is ~ I can tell.)
He's lost a bunch of weight and maintained it for a year.
(Probably because he knows I'll likely kill him if he doesn't stay on track. Just teasing, honey? Um, not really.)
But as we've walked along this road . . .
(I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M TYPING THIS.)
I'm not so sure I'd return to the pre-heart-attack-life we once had.
Here's the thing.
We snuggle in a little more closely at night, because we know every day just how lucky we are.
We have a little more patience and are just a wee bit gentler with one another (most days?) because we totally get that it really is important not to sweat the small stuff.
And we know all too well now that almost all the stuff is small stuff.
So here's my little hint if you're going through something so painful today that you feel like you can't breathe.
I've been there.
And you probably just want to cry.
And completely just give up.
And you wonder what on earth God was thinking when He threw you over this curve ball.
But I promise.
I really do know.
There is some amazing little gift you're going to find smack dab in the middle of the mess that you're struggling through right now.
You'll look back and see that this awful-terrible-thing-that-is-sucking-out-all-of-your-breath today.
That it's simply an amazing opportunity for God's grace to shine through.
Blessings to you today.
wherever you're at.
God's peace be with you as I promise we've seen it in our own family this year.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30