Hospital Visits

A week ago, my aunt and uncle had a motorcycle accident.  A car pulled out in front of them, making a  U-turn without seeing them.  They went over the front of the car.  We are very thankful that they are both alive!

They were airlifted to a trauma hospital about an hour and half away.  This week has been full of prayers, waiting, and questions.  My uncle is feeling better now, despite bruises and soreness.  My aunt needed to have a surgery to repair her pelvis, the right side of which was shattered in the crash.  She spent the days after the surgery in the Trauma ICU, but she has finally (praise God!) been moved to a less intensive Intensive Care Unit, if that makes sense!  Yesterday, she was able to talk with family! 

She will need a lot of healing in the next months, but we are seeing progress.  

I've felt a confident peace over this last week that can only come from God.  I know I'm an optimist, but this is more than just optimism.  God has been a refuge for us in the last week, just as we are promised.