Award-The Storm Dancer

My dear friend Connie recently blessed me with a beautiful award. Thank you so very much sweetie, I love you. Here is what she said about the award:




What I would "Like" for you to do: (after all, it is now yours):


1. Write your own Storm Dancer story. I shared my story with you above.

2. Grab the award code above, and put it in your Storm Dancer story post and/or sidebar. You have earned it! Click here if you need help.

3. Pass this award onto whomever... no limit. If you receive the award but are the type of person that isn't into writing, and sending out awards…don't worry, just wear it proudly or do as you wish. Here is my storm dancer story:December 23 2009, the clouds began to darken, and the winds began to blow through my life. My husband and I went to the emergency room, because he was experiencing some numbness in his right leg and foot. Once we arrived at the hospital, and were called back into a room to see a Doctor, the storm began to get worse. At this point, he was numb from the waist down. They started performing various types of procedures on him, trying to pinpoint what was going on. At first, they thought he was having a stroke, but then they ruled that out. Finally, they told us he had the sister disease to MS, called Guillian Barre Syndrome. It is all dealing with the nerves in your body, and he has the chronic one. On Christmas Eve night, the storms came crashing in upon us, with damaging winds, and fierce fury from hell. My dear husband fell over into my arms, and passed out. Immediately, the room was filled with hospital staff, bringing in a crash cart. My heart nearly stopped, as I stood there beside my husband's bed watching this all happen. They made me, and his parents leave the room, and took us to a little waiting room down the hallway. As I sat there, crying my eyes out, scared beyond words, praying like crazy for God to please not take my husband, I hear my father in-law on the phone with his daughter saying these words to her: Hurry, Eddie is dying. What??? No way!! Right then, I started dancing through that storm. I refused to accept that. My God is bigger, and stronger than any storm ever could be. I braced myself for a fight, ran down the hallway to Eddie's room, went into his room, stood by his bed, and began to pray over him. The storm was raging, as they wheeled him down the hallway to intensive care, but yet I felt peace, because I know the peacemaker. When He tells the winds and waves to be still, they have to obey. The next afternoon, the winds died down, the storm calmed down, Eddie was put into a regular room. Praise God!! Was our journey over? No, it had just begun, and there would be more stormy weather to come, but I chose to dance in those moments. God is my dance partner, even in the storms. He leads me through the storms, and brings me back into the sunshine. Thank You Father, I love You dearly. Now, I would like to pass this award on to the following people: Angela, Donetta, Karen, Kat,Mary, Melanie, Renee, Sherry, Beth, and one heart.