Rick suffered his aortic dissection on the night of Feb. 17th. I didn’t sleep at all that night – instead, I drove a dark road to ABQ all by myself. Me and Jesus and a big full moon to light the way. Kelsey flew in to be by dad’s side and to hold mom together. One night without sleep. So tired and worn out emotionally and physically. We opted to get a little sleep and headed to a hotel. We got checked in, and although we asked for a quiet room, a new guest with several energetic littles took the room next door. We asked to be moved – just needed sleeeeeeep. Guess what I found in the elevator? A heart that needed a home. My husband’s heart was broken and so was I. Whoever left this behind gave me something special – a reason to take a deep breath, breathe, and know God had this all in His hands and I didn’t need to shoulder it. Thank you, heartmaker. You lifted my spirit!
