Inside: I’ve been away from this space for a few weeks, and this is why. ~

I had big plans for April.

Projects to do. Words to write. Weeds to pull. People to see.

You know how it goes.

Then on March 25, I ate breakfast and hopped on my bike for my morning ride. The next thing I remember is being in a hospital room a few days later.

According to eye witnesses that Tuesday morning, I stopped at an intersection, pushed the walk button, waited for the signal to turn green, checked to make sure no cars were coming and started across the road on my bike.

I never saw the Subaru that ran the red light and hit me in the crosswalk.

No, my plans for this spring did not include spending 19 days in various hospitals with brain trauma, skull and neck fractures and a broken leg that required emergency surgery.

That statement seems so blunt and dramatic. But sometimes, I’m learning, you have to say what happened before you can say anything else.

I’ve missed being here every week. At the same time, the healing process has been far more taxing than I ever imagined it could be.

The good news is that I am improving. I don’t always think so, but the friends and family members who see me regularly assure me that I am.

I haven’t done much of anything these last few weeks at home except read books on the couch, receive loving care from Randy, eat meals provided by neighbors and struggle to accomplish tasks that seemed second nature before.

I don’t know how all this is going to turn out or how long it will take.

I do have peace, though. I do believe God is with me and has gone before me every step of the way.

Perhaps more than anything else, I’m incredibly thankful.

I’m guessing each one of those sentences will become its own blog post at some point. Until then, I’m resting in the words of the old hymn I heard over Easter weekend, and I invite you to join me too.

“I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small, child of weakness, watch and pray, find in Me thine all in all.”

♥ Lois

Note: The beautiful yellow flowers in the photo above arrived at my home on April 25, one month after the accident. As my mother-in-law said in the accompanying card, “It could have been so bad, but God is so good.” Amen to that!

P.S. I’m linking up this week with #tellhisstory, InstaEncouragements, Let’s Have Coffee and Grace & Truth.