I choked back a few tears as I explored the moments captured on camera during the process of OperationLaura.
I vaguely remember not wanting any pictures taken, but I am forever grateful to those who captured these moments, knowing they would touch my heart once I was healed and looking back. Here are a few of my favorites and a bit of my heart.
This picture happened in a split second, but this was the picture of my life for hundreds of hours as I worked tirelessly, in communication with Em, and watched God work a mighty miracle that would change my life forever.
The last two pictures mean so much to me. At the peak of my pain, Em still brought so much love and life into my heart. Pretty much, she was the hands and feet of Jesus to me, bringing joy and peace in a difficult time. Even more touching are the next few photos. These were taken just before my surgery, and I literally have a lump in my throat as I look at them.
The amount of love and support I received while in the hospital was phenomenal. I am blown away by the number of emails, phone calls, messages, and even gifts that were received during my stay at the hospital. The next few pictures offer a glimpse of that love.
I was privileged to stay with my beautiful friend Luisa in the first few days following my release from the hospital. This was so special to me, as Luisa and I first met in Mozambique where we walked through an intense chapter of life. The beauty of the bonds formed on the mission field is beyond what I can comprehend. Sandy, pictured below, was also on the mission field with us in Mozambique, and has been in touch with me consistently since then. She sacrificed much of her time to be at the hospital with me, and was able to spend time with Luisa and me after my surgery as well.
Christine is an example of a radical giver. Barely knowing anything about me, she chose to give, and made it possible for Emily to fly to California and be with me for my surgery. Christine just happened to be at a conference in LA in the days following my surgery. Coincidence? I think not.
These two nurses were a gift from God. Honestly, I felt like they were my little family during my time in the hospital. Not only did they provide excellent medical care, they laughed with me and found ways to make me laugh when I would rather cry. I was so blessed to have them look out for me not only during my first surgery, but during the second surgery as well. They are absolutely beautiful souls, and I am confident they will impact hundreds more in an amazing way.
There are so many more moments I would love to share, but in more detail and with explanation of lessons learned through those moments. I will save those for individual blog posts. For now, here is one final image. This picture actually makes me cry. I don’t remember this moment, but I know that all I wanted to do leading up to my surgery was play guitar and sing, but it was simply too painful. Although I don’t remember it, I know this moment must have felt like the best moment of my life.