David came home one day after an appointment at the doctor and told me that if he did not have a kidney transplant he would be dead in about 2 years.
Wow! It was like someone had hit me upside the head. I thought surely not – he had to have misunderstood the doctor. The next day I spoke to the doctor and sure enough – that is what he was told.
After I hung up the phone, I kept getting more mad and more mad. I was so angry with God. I didn’t sleep much that night. The next morning on my way to work I started thinking that there were only two things in life David ever wanted and that was to be a preacher and a Dad. So I did the two things we are NOT suppose to do. I told God I was angry with Him then I told Him if He would just allow David to experience these two things I would not ask for him to spare his life.
I continued to pray every day, asking God for guidance, how to handle all this. Two weeks after the horrible doctor’s appointment, we received a phone call from our adoption specialist. She had a four year old boy for us to meet. We met that four year old boy and fell in love with him. November 1995 he was living in our home.
A couple months later David received a phone call from a pastor friend of his asking him to fill in for him a couple weeks while he was gone. One thing led to another and within two more months David was going in view of a call.
We received a call asking if we would be interested in a newborn. She was to be born the first of April. We were so excited!! The following week we received a call that she was born early and we needed to come pick her up. WOW!!! Overwhelmed with God’s goodness we were so very thankful.
Ummmm it finally hit me. God was allowing David to experience the 2 things I asked for.
I got really scared – I knew I had to hold up my end of the bargain no matter how hard it would be.
God let David be a Daddy.
He was such an awesome dad! God also let David be a pastor for a little over a year. I had never seen him so happy. David had his kidney transplant in March but had several set backs. Many trips to Little Rock, some in the middle of the night, some trying to get there before it was too late.
One weekend David got really bad. He was life flighted(sp) to Little Rock unconscious. When I got there the doctor was waiting for me. He told me to call in all the family, he probably wasn’t going to make it thru the weekend. Several hours later everyone was there and I had to explain to our 6 year old son that his Dad was going to go live with Jesus and we needed to tell him goodbye.
That was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Two days later, David was sitting up, talking and was going to a regular room. God does amazing things. He used David for several more months to reach people he never would have had a chance to tell about God and how awesome He is.
I received a call from the doctor in Little Rock. He told me there wasn’t anything else they could do.
I needed to come pick up David and bring him home to die.
WOW! Another hard thing. God took over, I brought David home. He got to spend time with the kids. He planned out his funeral. He lined up some churches to go speak at. Always giving God the praise.
December 7, 1997
God took David home to be with Him. No more pain, no more problems. As much as it hurt, I knew God was faithful. He has never left me. God has blessed me so much with this experience and I can finally say that I am glad I got to go through it.
If you haven’t read the Introduction to this series, I recommend that you do. We are sharing Real Love stories. Stories that have hurt, pain but maturity and ultimately, JOY. In a culture that is so fast paced, self-focused and all about the falling in love part of our story with no concept of afterwards, we here at the Busy Nothings are striving to sit back and share from our own experiences what we feel true, pure, sacrificial love is. When you choose it even though it hurts or is hard work. The beauty, PASSION and true love that comes from this are better than any fairy tale. ~Heidi
It was the end of March 1989, Southern California.
I had rededicated my life to Christ after numerous BAD choices. I swore off looking for a mate and told God he was going to have to “plop someone in front of me”.
That Sunday night there was an ice cream social after the service so I went with my Mom to it. While sitting by myself a guy walked up to me and said “why is someone so beautiful sitting by herself”?
I looked around – sure he wasn’t talking to me – but he was! He sat down and we started talking. After the ice cream social he walked me to my car and asked if I would go out for dinner with him the following weekend. I agreed. That was the beginning of a wild roller coaster ride that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I ended up marrying this man January 13, 1990.
David and I had been praying about where God wanted us to live – we felt it wasn’t southern California. We couldn’t agree on a state, let alone a city. So, David came up with this idea – we each picked three states, wrote them down and put them in a bowl. Whichever state got pulled out 3 times would be where we would go. Wyoming was the first one picked out (my choice). Yay! I was excited!
THEN bam bam bam –
Arkansas – three times in a row.
I don’t know about you – but the only thing I knew about Arkansas was that everyone there were hicks, probably didn’t even own a pair of shoes and I was sure there wasn’t any running water!
So we pack and off we go to northwest Arkansas. So I didn’t have my info quite right but there were cows everywhere I looked! I hadn’t ever seen so many cows in my life!
After settling down, getting jobs, found a church, made some friends, we decided we wanted to start a family. After a couple of years of trying – nothing.
Hmmmmm so we go to the doctor. We are told we had a 0-3 percent chance of conceiving.
Not very encouraging. We prayed and prayed and still nothing. We enjoyed working with the kids at church and would stay with different church families children while their Mom’s and Dad’s would go on trips. We loved children, wanted children so bad.
David had started taking some night classes and in one of the classes, he needed to interview someone at DHS (Department of Human Services). He came home so excited telling me of all these children that needed a family. So once again we prayed and waited. We took the classes to be foster/adoptive parents – your chances of getting a younger child were greater if you were a foster parent also.
After having several children in our home, David started having some health issues. He was a diabetic and had been thru many eye surgeries but was starting to have other problems.(Stay Tuned to Next Week!)