The day I stopped seeing color.

On October 25th, I got a call that I didn't want to get. It was my husband's boss saying that Matthew had fallen off a roof they were working on. He was conscious, but probably had a broken shoulder and was being taken by ambulance to the trauma hospital in Columbus. That is all I knew. Time seemed to slow down and speed up all at once.

Thankfully, I was able to leave my kids with

my mom and head to the hospital with my dad.

On that hour long ride to the hospital, do you think I was thinking about the dishes, my jewelry collection, the stack of receipts in my nightstand or how I can't get rid of that gift that someone got me that I've kept out of obligation? The only thing I was thinking about is my best friend and if he was okay. We are still thanking God for his protection that day. Matthew wasn't paralyzed or worse. He has 8 broken bones and will fully recover although that will take some time.

I stopped seeing color for a little while. In fact, some days, it's still kind of gray. For now, I have to ask the Lord daily to be my help. To be my comfort as we are on the road to recovery and things are a little different for the time being. I guess what I'm trying to say is that, when it comes down to it, what really matters in life? What things are we holding so tightly to that....really don't matter? What things do I need to let go of to be more present with the people I love? I was reminded to treasure WHO I have in my life much more than WHAT I have in my life. That is something we will never regret. 🧡