Life....Interrupted

So, on January3rd we went to church and it was all about how people have these plans in life and ....somehow they get interrupted.
They don't go as planned and how you can either see it as a path God may be steering you down for a reason....or you can sit back and complain that you are ONCE again....a victim. I wanted to stand up and say......OHHHH Yeah....I have been interrupted sooo many times that I don't even know what my original plans were. I would have a good story for the church. You know the one....where my water brakes at 23 weeks.....in the Orlando airport. The funny thing is that I had been telling my friend that I would go and check out her church. Something always came up. Legitimate reasons too. I promised her that I would be back from FL in a week and would be at her church that next Sunday.
When I told her what happened and how I wouldn't  be home for at least 11 weeks or more....she said "Boy, you really do try anything to get out of seeing my church."
We laughed. The funny thing is that we now go to the church that I had put off for so long.The other funny thing is.......I ended up at the BEST possible hospital to take care of me. If I had not gone to FL (as I almost did not) who knows what would have happened!


Anyways, January 4th...the day after part 1 of Life...Interrupted, My grandpa became seriously ill and was taken to the hospital.
All of my plans were put on hold. I went up there the first 3 days in a row and spent a Saturday night by his side...awake for 24 hours. Life was interrupted alright! Our schedules were crazy, my mom was in a whirlwind. Everyone was praying like crazy. The good part that came out of this interruption was the night I spent by my Grandpa's side. He was incoherent and needed someone to sit by his side all night so he would not get out of bed. Grandpa's seem to be a bit different than Grandma's....and I can't think of any other moment in my life where my Grandpa reached for my hand and held it as he closed his eyes and went back to sleep that night. Over and over again, he tried to get up and reached for my hand and then laid back and closed his eyes as he drifted back to sleep. It was comforting and the most intimate moment I had ever shared with that man.
I am grateful to say that he came home this past Friday. He is getting rehab 3 times a week at home...but he is home.

Life may have interrupted us all during these past weeks, but to me.....I was given a moment that I will never forget.