The truck pulled up around the spring and we heard a honk. My initial instinct was that something was in the roadway. Never did I think what was about to be revealed to me would happen…again.
The horn honked a few more times and I continued to look to see what was going on. Then I saw. There was my husband face down in the bed of the truck! All I could see were his boots sticking out of the truck bed. My mind immediately went to the worse thought, which was that he had a heart attack and died. Why did I think this? Well, we had a conversation just days before about death and what each one of us would do if the other one died.
Thank goodness I was very wrong. It turned out to be a broken leg and foot. He was working on the second story of the new cabin and the platform he was on gave way and he fell 10 feet. When I walked to the back of the truck my husband started speaking and asked us to get some things for the long ride to the hospital. At that point I knew he was alright, so we put blankets, pillows, a fan, and some other things in the bed of the truck to make the ride on the dirt road more comfortable.
Jay, who is part of the discipleship program at Cherith Brook, was working with Mark and saw the whole thing. He made a splint for my husband out of scrap 2X4’s and painter’s tape. It wasn’t pretty, but it stabilized the leg, which was the important thing.
It’s been quite the journey. He ended up having to go to a larger hospital that was 3 hours away and had surgery on his tibia. He broke the fibula also, but that will heal on its own.
Yesterday, he had surgery on the broken, crushed foot. They had to wait until swelling went down in order to operate. Almost a month later, he can truly start to heal.
Years ago, he fell from the roof of one of the cabins we were building and broke his wrist. Which is where my statement of “again” came from. He had to have a plate and nine screws put in. Now we joke that he should only build underground hobbit homes!
Our whole world has changed. He needs a walker and wheelchair to get around. The wheelchair is heavy and cumbersome, so picking it up into the truck is no easy task for me. My husband feels extremely bad watching me do all the things he normally does, not to mention all the new things that have been put on my plate. He wants to help, but is just unable to.
We were planning on moving into the new cabin soon and all of that has been put on hold. Luckily, the cabin is enclosed and once we get the wiring done, friends and family can help with insulation, sheet-rock, and paint.
It’s amazing the blessings that have come out of this. We have been poured into by others that we have spent our time pouring into. Our conversations with the nurses and doctors have been incredible. As we were leaving the hospital yesterday, two nurses came out to help Mark get into the truck and gave us both a hug. Which was so surprising in the midst of Covid. Another nurse was a Christian and said, “I have patients who claim Christ, but I have never met any like you two. You are different.”
Although the last month has had its challenges, we see God in the middle of it. He’s encouraging us and others through this. Our ministry has my husband and I surrounded by people consistently and it’s been nice to have a little bit of time with just the two of us, but even then we are spilling out love to those who are in front of us.
You never know what tomorrow may bring. But, I know the one who knows the number of hairs on my head and that is the most comforting thought I can think of right now.
“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:7