Just a few days after Michele had her stroke, I was broken. I was doing my best to take care of the boys and to have things as normal as possible at home. One morning, I decided to make pancakes for the boys. I had already told them I was going to do it, so I was committed. I grabbed the pancake mix, Bisquick – my favorite, but barely had any left. So I went to the store and bought some. Got home, went to collect the rest of the ingredients. I opened the egg carton, as Bisquick requires eggs for their pancakes. My heart sank as I realized we didn’t have enough eggs. At this point, I was so discouraged. I just wanted to make my boys pancakes and have a good morning with them. Especially since most of the time before that, I was in the hospital with Michele. Time with the boys was scarce, so I wanted to make it count. Back to the store I went.
Once I got back into the car after I had the eggs, I just lost it. If people heard me sobbing from outside the car, they probably thought I were dying. I don’t know why I chose to turn on the radio at that point, but I did. And this song was on the radio. God knew that is what I needed. The verse comes to mind: 2 Corinthians 4:8-10, “We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed but not despairing; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our body.”
I stayed in the parking lot as the song played out and was letting the Lord comfort me. The peace that surrounded me at that time was beyond comprehension. Only somebody whom is bought by the precious blood of Jesus Christ and redeemed can experience this kind of peace. The kind of “peace that surpasses all understanding,” Philippians 4:7. I have felt it many times in the last two years.
If you would like to know of this kind of peace, send me an email at brezewski@gmail.com. I’d love to chat with you and tell you of the FREE gift that is yours for the taking.
Journey23 
I too remember breaking down a few days later. The potential of losing my best friend, my everything. My church members prayed with me and came to the hospital to pray for him as well. The lord has kept me focused and it is with his grace I am able to make it through
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Amen. So glad you have the support from your church. Honestly, I don’t know how people do it without Him and the church body.
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