I could lie and pretend it wasn't a tough week, but what's the point? The redeeming fact was that the anniversary of the day after the accident, the 29th (aka the anniversary of the worst day of my life), was amazingly peaceful. Some of it could have been that I was prepared for it to be difficult and so when things went well that day it seemed like a bonus. However, I honestly believe that I was so surrounded by prayer that day that I was able to have the best day of my week. The grace of God was clearly at work. The rest of the week, well, it could have been better and the weekend was a disaster, little sleep, frustration, irrational anger, tears...
But to those who prayed and who have been praying, thank you.
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