There was an amazing article published recently on the front page of the Washington Post. I missed it until now, but do take a look. Here’s how it begins:
Denny and Diana Glusko start and end their day with prayer. Despite the wrenching transformation of their lives, that much has never changed.
He bends low over his wife’s bed, her hand sometimes clasped in his, as both give thanks to God. Denny prays that Diana will breathe free of pain. For himself, he prays for patience. Just beyond the door are the usual disruptions of a hospital unit — the noise, the glare. But inside Room 2-007, it is different.
“Yours is the honor and the glory,” Denny says. Diana whispers, “Amen.”
Never have they questioned whether God has a purpose for this journey, which started one afternoon last May when their car veered across a rural road in Fauquier County, slammed into a ditch and flipped. He was driving when a cup of coffee diverted his attention and Diana gasped, “Oh, Denny!” He braced himself with the steering wheel and crawled out his shattered window without a scratch. She had nothing to grab for protection. Neither she nor Denny was wearing a seat belt.
The impact broke Diana’s second cervical vertebra, paralyzing her from the neck down.
In the days that followed, both asked God to forgive them for their disobedience of the law. Then they asked for guidance and strength for whatever lay ahead. Three seasons have passed, and Diana still is not home. Yet instead of despair, they talk of miracles — and faith.
“The Bible says, ‘If you’re going to share in my glory, you share in my suffering,’ ” Denny explained.