Sitting By His Bedside

Quarter to 8, 15 minutes until they tell me visitation is over. My day started at 8am. Sitting beside his bed, he would wake up with pains in his chest, take his nitro then back to sleep. This went on all day. I felt he was slipping away from me and I did not know what to do. So many thoughts ran through my brain. All I knew is that I wasn’t ready to let him go. I am a firm believer in prayer. I spent hours praying. I asked God to wrap his arms around him and to send his healing power to him. I prayed, “God I can’t make it with out him”. I finally know what it is to honestly be loved. Please don’t take him away from me. Then I thought how selfish I was being. So I did one of the hardest things I have done. I turned him over to God's hands for his will to be done. I told God I was selfish it would take all of my being not to beg for him to let me keep George, and to remember I am just human. I had to trust that God knew what was best for us. I sat there and looked at his pale face thinking of all the fun we have had. I thought of how much I loved this man. I thought of what my life would be like without him. I could not stop the tears. My heart was breaking.  My best friend, my love my life laid in this bed. Would it be the last time I would get to see him alive? I went to the nurse’s station and told them if there was any change I want to be called right away. I made sure they had my number. I honestly did not think he would make it through the night. I cried all the way home. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I was too scared I would not hear the phone ring. All I wanted to do was get back to the hospital. I called the nurses station to see how he was and to see if they would let me stay with him. But they would not. But they would go and check on him for me. On my 3^rd phone call the nurse was in there with him. So I waited holding my breath as I heard her voice say Mrs. Goodwin your husband said get some rest he is fine. What she did not tell me was he had another attack. She told George she needed to go call me and let me know. He told her no if you do she would be right back up here and she needs to rest, She worries to much as it is. The next morning I expected to see him laying there like a limp dish rag. But he was sitting up in his bed. All I could do is say Thank you Lord. It took all my control not to cry again, tears of joy this time. His color was better and he acted like his old self. I felt so bad for ever doubting . We received the date for his surgery, which was the next day. I was to meet him at The Hamilton General at 9am. I was there at 8. They got him all prepped and ready for surgery. I took his prayer cloth and rubbed it all over his chest and told him now you will be fine. I said another prayer and told God I would not doubt him again. They surgery was to take and hour. Three hours passed and I was walking the floor praying God is taking care of him. And God did. Two blocked arteries fixed, when they thought it was just 1. The main thing was he was alive and with me. I thank God for this wonderful blessing. Then it dawned on me, George isn’t the only person who loves me. He shows me everyday when I take time to listen. So no matter how much time we have together I know it is with God's blessing and I thank him with all my heart for giving me George.

Explanation of Prayer Cloth

A prayer cloth is a piece of white material that everyone in the church prays over . It is then sent to the person who is in bad need of prayer. Just there way of sending you there prayers and letting you know they are thinking of you..

Written By Shirley Goodwin Feb.2007

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