I went to see Mark last evening, but before I went to the hospital I went to look for what seemed to be an impossible quest. I began a search for an OSU hat in the city of Dallas, Texas. Corale had been wanting a hat for him and I felt that he need this hat for his ride home to Tulsa. I visited 4 stores in the mall with no luck. As I was leaving, I looked down over the railing and saw a little stand in the middle of the isle. From the upper level I could see an OSU hat, so like a maniac I
yelled to the girl "is that OSU hat an X-large?" Of course she couldn't hear me so I yelled again "is that OSU hat an X-large?". Now we were both frustrated, so I said
"never mind I'll be down." I made my way down to the store only to find that the hat
was a youth hat. She called her other store in the Galleria mall and found that they had one extra large OSU hat. It is now 8:30 p.m. and I have 30 minutes to get across
town, run up three levels of the mall, and find a place that I don't even know where it is. So I drove like the other idiots here in Dallas, racing on the highway, and made it to the mall and up the levels with 4 minutes left before they closed. I focused in on the hat and grabbed it, just in case someone else was looking to buy the last OSU hat in Dallas.
While I was in line to buy the hat there was a young man in front of me about 19-20 years of age. He had a scar extending up from his ear to his temple. He was well built so my fist thought was that he was a soldier that had returned home injured.
I struck up a conversation with him. "Are you a soldier?" I asked. The young man
chuckled. The young man replied, "I guess you could say I am a soldier but not the kind you think I am". I told him that I saw his scar and knew he had recently had a surgery. "Oh, he said. The young man continued to tell me his story which turned out to be his testimony to God. He had gotten in a fight and had a blood clot in his brain. While recovering in the hospital he came to know the Lord and now is a soldier for God. I told him about Mark. The young man said "I will pray for Mark, and remember this, What man can not do God can".
So when you see Mark in his bright OSU hat.........let it be a reminder..........
that even in our everyday hustle and bustle........God is with us.
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Good Morning Corale,
I picked up some clothes for Erika
yesterday and left them in the hospital room. I wasn't sure of her size but if they are too big, just pass them over to Sophie.
Diana
I am so glad Mark is coming back to Tulsa. I can't wait to see him. I will be in Tulsa late Monday taking Chandler to her grandparent's house. Let me know when Mark is settled and I will try to come visit if timing allows. Tell Erica to call Chelsea, she misses her badly.
Your family is always in our prayers. We will pray for a safe trip to Tulsa. Give Mark a Hug for me.
Love, Denise.
Hey Corale, I liked your story about the soldier for God. This reminded me of one of our discussion in our bible study we had at work. We were looking through the bible for verses on anything that pertained to coincidences. We both came to the conclusion that God's timing is perfect. No matter what happens in our lives God has planned it all out. We obviously can't see the future. But we know we can trust the one who can. We also learned that God will put things in our life for a purpose, thats why when you told the story about the "Soldier for God" I knew instantly that God planned that for you all along. He was showing you that people "Do" recover from brain surgery. God shows us in so many ways how to just trust in him. I thank God for Marks healing and total recovery. I pray also that God will give you and your family a peace that passes all understanding, and to replace any worries with Joy. God said in his word that "Joy of the Lord is our strength." We also have been praying for a sheild of protection as you and Mark travel back home to Tulsa. As you have said many times Coral "God is so Good!" In Jesus Name. Our love and prayers, Jerry Mitchell
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