In May of 2025, our lives were flipped upside down. My husband was diagnosed with rhabdomyolysis, and the hospital stay that followed shook me to my core. He wasn’t just fighting for his health; he was fighting for his life. I wasn’t just watching the strongest man I know fight for his life… I was watching my heart, my best friend, my entire world lying in that hospital bed. He couldn’t walk. He battled very high fevers. His body shook uncontrollably. He broke out in rashes. He suffered pounding headaches. He lost control of things he had always been able to do. Seeing him like that broke me in ways I didn’t know I could break. And while he was lying in that bed, I was fighting too. I was fighting to be strong for him, but I was oh so scared I was going to lose him. The stress crept in. Depression settled in. Over time, the weight just kept coming. I let myself go for months. Have I healed? Honestly, not all the way. Some days I still feel broken, tired, and messy. But I’m learning that even healing is a process and God is patient with me in it. Here’s the truth though: during the storm, God is delivering 🙌. My husband is healing. And while he struggled with not being able to move and serve the way he used to as youth pastor, God was already making a way. He opened the doors for him to pastor at Concord. That’s not coincidence… that’s God’s plan in motion. This season has been messy, heavy, and exhausting, but it’s also been proof that God isn’t done with us. He’s still writing our story. He’s not done with my husband. He’s not done with me. And even when it feels like the storm might break us, it’s really just making space for God to show us His power and faithfulness in new ways. “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.” — Isaiah 43:2 “He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” — Philippians 1:6