On April 3, 2019, our lives were filled with terror. My beloved, Jarred, was lying in a puddle of his own blood leaking from his ear after falling more than 10 ft. onto a concrete slab.

The moaning sound coming from his lips was a sound that I would never forget. My love was in sheer agony after the trauma of landing on the left side of his head. His eyes were open, but he wasn't coherent.

Tears fell all around him. Tears of a spouse, father, sister, brother-in-law, grandfather, and son mixed with the crimson stained concrete as we waited for the ambulance to arrive. 

My body went into auto pilot. I remember running back to the house to grab my phone. The first phone call I made was to my mother. 

The panic in my voice and me asking her to pray, made panic come to her voice. I can't imagine being on the other side of the phone call. My mother asked, "What's wrong?!"

I informed her of the accident, and that she needed to pray. She, of course, said she would pray, and would call upon everyone to pray for Jarred too. Before she hung up, she said "Baby, I'm on my way!"

I then called my boss and Jarred's boss. I, again, was hysterical and said we would not be into work. They both told me to take care of what I needed too, and do not worry about work. 

I then waited by my beloved's side.

What felt like an eternity, was really minutes. My brother-in-law was on the phone with dispatch explaining the injury and directions to our house. GPS would not take the paramedics in the correct area; we learned from too may guest visiting our house prior to the accident. 

My sister-in-law ran to the end of our drive to flag down the paramedic. While she was at the end of the driveway, she made phone calls. Asking for prayer and informing our boss we would not be into work the next day.

Finally, they arrived on scene. The paramedics asked their questions and did their tests. They loaded him up and said, "Prepare to wait. We will do more inside the ambulance before we leave. You can have a seat in the front."

Astonished and dumbfounded, I took my place up front. But God...

He knew at that appointed moment I needed time with Him to be alone in prayer. I prayed turning my palms face up to our Lord. I couldn't tell you the exact words I prayed, but I have faith in Paul's writing he received from the Lord in Romans 8.

"In the same way the Spirit also joins to help in our weakness, because we do not know what to pray for as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with unspoken groanings." - Romans 8: 26

After my prayer, I waited. It wasn't long before a paramedic joined me up front to drive to the hospital. Longview Regional wasn't showing up in his system to accept more patients, so he had dispatch manually put it in his computer. 

As he was backing up, I saw the broken truss in the camera. In front was my husband's boots thrown about and the puddle of blood. The paramedic broke my concentration by asking, "Is it okay if I drive in your mud/yard?" I replied, "I don't care, but ask the one in back and he'd say NO!" Then I wept. All the paramedic said was, "We will be going with lights and sirens." That was an experiment in itself. 

A ride of roller coaster emotions. Grief, sadness, and loneliness as a spouse of a hurting man. Anger and resentment because drivers on the road were not following traffic safety laws by pulling over and stopping for emergency vehicles. Then, the anger stopped as soon as it begun. 

Those drivers had no idea what was happening or what has happened. They could have had a bad day. I didn't know them, and they didn't know me. I asked the Lord to adjust my heart to have and show compassion. 

Moments later, we arrived at the ER and everyone went into action!