
I was in town for some meetings and my sister was giving a testimony at church on how prayer has affected her life, so I definitely wanted to go, support her, hear her speak, watch my nephew while she was onstage. It sounded like it'd be fun, but it ended up being really hard.
The first thing to happen was that my nephew was really tired and was super upset while he fought sleep, so I was trying to hold him and console him while Jaime was readying to go on. And I couldn't. No matter how I held him or what I said or sang, he still screamed. And I started crying. I was so upset - for him, for my inability to console him. Someone came to relieve me when Jaime went up onstage because they wanted me to be able to hear her.
So I was already crying as I walked into the tent to hear her speak. Then she proceeded to tell the audience how she has experienced prayer in her life - when my dad committed his life to Christ 7 years ago, when my cousin and aunt did the same just a couple months ago, but mostly during her life-threatening brain surgery in October... Revisiting all that just kept the tears coming. We talk about Jaime's miracle all the time. I think about it constantly. But this was the first time I was confronted with it in a public setting. And I didn't really do that well.
I sat with Jaime at her table afterwards, as my nephew slept in his stroller beside us - put to sleep by someone else, which broke my heart. We were surrounded by a small group of women that she has been meeting with every week since she became a mom. I had composed myself as best I could, and I fully expected to just fade away into the background. Then Jaime took my hand. And, suddenly, I was a mess again. Before yesterday, I'm not sure she'd really seen the full scale of my emotions about all of this - how scared I'd been of losing her, how much I loved her, how grateful I am that she's still alive. Then her table asked me to talk about my experience with prayer during Jaime's time in the hospital.
Through tears, I explained that trusting the Lord with my sister during the long hours of surgery was the hardest thing I have ever done. I told them that it was the first time that I had no choice but to lean completely on God because I has absolutely no control over anything. All I kept thinking during the surgery was "It's just you and me now, God." Apart from God, I felt completely alone. I was surrounded by my whole family and some dear friends, but they were all powerless too. So, when it came to comfort, I really had to rely on the Lord. It really revolutionized my prayer life.
I'm glad I got to be there to hear her speak. I'm glad that I'm through my first experience in dealing with the past in a public setting. I was extremely tired the rest of the day, just totally worn out. If she speaks onstage again in the future, I will be much more careful and more expectant of emotional breakdowns.