I had my picture perfect life.  Twenty years in big brand marketing to owning my own firm and onward to tremendous success in luxury real estate with the fruits of my labor lined up in perfection.  We had just bought our dream home, and our kids were rock stars, (literally).  My son was a top recruit quarterback just featured on ESPN & showcased in a HBO documentary, “Rising Stars”.  My husband was thriving as a project manager for a top development firm in Texas and our schedules were packed with joyous itineraries.  He coached a traveling select 7 on 7 team and I was president of the Booster Club, on the Education Foundation and even found time to create and launch a Friday Night sports talk show & streaming platform called TexanLive, (now owned by Dave Campbell) .

Then it happened.

On March 24, 2016 my husband collapsed on the sofa while watching the Texans football game with my father-in-law.  One moment we were all there.  And in the next moment, life was altered,..  forever.

“There are victors and victims in these halls,”  The nurse named Jerry Brooks spoke to me in the TIRR rehabilitation center, 6 weeks after clinging to hope in an ICU Room marked by 79 on the placard outside.  White coats came often and with no good news.  I was told he would not live, but he lived.  I was told he would never walk again, talk again or even remember who we are.

Survival laced with miracles I can never unsee became my new reality unfolding over days, weeks and months to follow.  But the placard #79 spoke of a much greater story that was being written in the background of Father Please Let Him Live.  It was my rebirth into a season of remembering my home – a place I found once in the. valley of death that I’d not speak of for decades because I feared that doing so would rob me of everything this world has to offer.  Which in truth is all meaningless to the one thing that matters the most…  Love.

I saw the world’s top nuero-scientists made small, science made obsolete and logic turned to fables in an upside down world where God uses the foolish things to confound the wise.  I saw faith rise up with power and prayer transformed into a weapon harnessed by mighty warriors who knew something without the need to know from the limited confounds of the human mind.  I saw chains of slavery in prejudicees, religions, bloodlines and separations that divide us all broken into a beautiful mess of love’s limitless victory.  I saw hope.  I saw forgiveness.  I saw the interconnectedness of all people here on the planet unleashed from a system that causes us to forget the principle purpose of why we exist.  I saw God.

So today, I don’t thrive to be the powerful businesswoman with many accolades, or the perfect Christian or even a good person.  The power I witnessed is far greater than anything I could ever create or pretend to perceive.  I share my story with you, the treasure hunter, as a gift that I myself need to keep receiving, over and over again; the Script in the Sky.