At times in the hospital and out I just wanted to cry. I wanted to scream and I wanted my miracle now! Those cries were silenced. You see while I was in the hospital worrying if I would ever walk again God was being silent. HE wouldn’t allow me to really cry. I mean a good ole fashion hysterical cry. Every time I thought I had time to myself HE would place someone at my door. The nurse knocking, the doctor checking, the counselor making sure I’m mentally progressing as positively as can be expected even the Chaplin! It was infuriating until I just looked up to the ceiling in my room and said really Lord? Really? At most I would get in maybe a minute or two but no more than that. The Chaplin who visited me that lovely day shared with me “God is not in the chaos but in the stillness after.” I’m not sure what he meant but I know for that moment I was so happy he was there with me.