Upon awaking from an induced coma, during a month-long hospitalization, I was told I had suffered two strokes with a long and uncertain recovery ahead. My wife, Brenda did everything in her power to comfort and assure me, but even with that there were many days I felt a sense of loneliness. Once I was able to overcome the initial shock of the news, I realized I needed to commit to my faith. In my reliance, I felt God’s presence. The loneliness went away. I no longer felt like I was battling my recovery by myself. I did all I could to recover, because I felt a sense of comfort. It was like the feeling I had as a young boy when my mother would hold me in her arms to console me. I felt loved and safe. When I realized that Jesus was with me, the mountain I faced in recovery now seemed like an ant hill. I was wrapped in His arms and He guided my recovery. With His help I was able to: learn to tie my shoes again, regain the use of my left side, return to work in 3 ½ months, and run a 5k on the one-year anniversary. People tell me frequently I don’t look like a person who had two strokes. My response is that has nothing to do with me but everything to do with Him. Once I accepted I was not going through this alone, my recovery took soared.
1 Peter 5:7
Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.