I saw God's hand yesterday.
I saw God's hand as the EMT's helped my husband onto a stretcher.
I saw God's hand as the boys got themselves ready to leave in minutes.
I saw God's hand as I was greeted by the caring and friendly women in the registration office.
I saw God's hand as the chaplain came and spoke with us for a little bit.
I saw God's hand as the nurses and Doctor's checked on and medicated my husband with a painful kidney stone.
I saw God's hand as we took Jason home and he slept and rested.
I saw God's hand as the boys played, and didn't argue while I finished their laundry for the their journey home.
I saw God's hand as the evening ended with the boys working together to clean and organize their room before sleeping.
I saw God's hand as Jason was able to sit up a bit and play a game of Trouble with the boys on their last evening with us.
I felt God's hand as I ended the day with one boy sleeping in my lap and the other sleeping by my side as a movie played.
Jason says I was truly a Mom that day.
I FELT like a Mom that day. But only because I felt God's hand that day.