following his instructions.
I immediately put in action plans to join her in her time of need. Before I could finish making my plans, she called to inform me that he had opened his eyes and was responding to the examination questions. Everyone including the doctors were puzzled.
When I arrived in North Carolina, I found my brother fully conscious and demanding to be released to go home. As miraculous as this was he still needed hospital care so we convinced him to stay a few more days. I drove my brother home from death's door three days later.
I mention this because a week ago, I found myself locked out of my house and for a split second, I imagined every worst scenario possible. It was a Saturday night which lingered into early Sunday morning and I immediately paniced to think that I would be locked out until Monday.
It is ironic that my brother was there helping me resolve this unfortunate mishap. I think this was the Lord's way of saying to me." Calm down Cynthia, things could be worst." Sometimes we just need to put things into it's proper perspective.
Well, to make a long story short my BFF (best friend forever) had to come to my rescue (at the risk of her own peril) and helped save the day. I did get into my house and all ended well.
However, there is a moral to this story! It is similar to the old adage my mother told me when I was a child. I goes like this "There was a man who complained that he had no shoes until he met the man who had no feet."
I had just spent a pleasant evening with my brother who a year ago was pronounced dead. If I had been locked out a week I couldn't compare hardships.
God is good everyday all day!