Falling While Holding on Tightly

When I got the call at home that my brother-in-law had been in a car accident, was in a coma, and was being life-flighted with much uncertainty if he would live until we could get to him, I moved.

Quickly and efficiently, I calculated and followed through on what needed to be done, trying to keep order. With our preschooler at the end of my arm, I stepped into a college computer lab while my professor husband was administering a final exam. He needed to be told about his brother.

As words came out of my mouth, I watched my husband’s eyes close and his knees drop, pulling me and our boy into a silent, but groaning, prayerful huddle as the students clicked their computer keys in the background. I had been doing. My man knew to hold to the only hope his brother had.

Being knocked (or pulled) to one’s knees can bring a person powerfully to God.

When God is all I’ve had, I’ve realized that God is all I’ve ever had, all any of us have ever really had.

Have you been there?

This blog post is part of a series of writing (May 31-June 2012) by Tammy Fletcher Bergland about holding on and letting go.   tbergland.blogspot.com