I had a very eventful vacation this year. We were able to visit each son and spend time with them and their families. Then we spent the biggest part of our time with dear friends. Our three granddaughters went with us to our friends while their dad was working or so that was the plan. The first night we were at our friends we had to make a grocery run, of course. On the way back to the house I began to have pain in my chest and down my whole left side. By the time we got to the house I could hardly walk. I got out of the car and sat down on the ground before I could ever reach the door of the house. When I was able to walk with the assistance of my husband I reached the house. I laid down on the bed, just saying I needed to rest. I just kept rubbing that side. The pain was not leaving. Our friends called a nearby EMT that came over and decided that with all the signs, possible heart attack, I should definitely go to the hospital. That was not where I wanted to spend any of my vacation. We got back in the car and off we went. I believe that my husband should have his pilot licenses to even operate a car because I am sure he was flying. The ER doctor confirmed our fears and kept me overnight for observation and future test. He did not see any damage to the heart. I was released at that information. Other tests were done the next day and all went well. After all checked out I was given instructions to follow up with the doctor at home. We went back to our friends' house and enjoyed the rest of our week. FYI I have a follow up appointment this week with the specialist.
After being home for a few days our ten year old granddaughter informed me, she and her sisters thought I was going to die. We talked about the whole situation for a while to help easy some of her fears. She then asked "were you afraid because every time I think about dying I get really afraid." I thought about that for a few moments then replied "No not at all. I had a peace because if I die I know I'll go live with God." I explained to her that I didn't always have that peace about dying. I used to be afraid and wonder what will happen to me when I die but when I asked Jesus into my heart, He gave and gives me peace. We talked for a few more minutes then I left her to her thoughts.
I know who holds my heart that is why the fear was not there. So the question I have for you is "Who holds your heart?" It is a question you need to ask yourself before the day is too late. I would have never guessed that I would have a heart attack because I am pretty healthy but I did. We do not have the guarantee of tomorrow. The only thing we have is this very moment. How are you going to live it and who are you going to live it for? Consider carefully who you let have your heart, because that is the one that directions every decision you make. God will calm the fear that rages inside during a difficult situation. But first you have to give Him control of your life. Do not wait too late to give your heart to Him. He is a gentleman. He is loving waiting for you to call out to Him inviting Him to hold your heart in His loving hand and guide your life. Who holds your heart?
