As I stood in the hospital room when my husband lay on the verge of this life and the next, I was willing. I was willing to give him to my Father in Heaven. I was willing to let go. But I would be lying if I said I didn't wish. Wish that this was my test. That I had to be pushed just this far. That he was before me about to cross to the other side and I just needed to prove to the Lord that I would believe Him even unto death. That I would trust in Him. And then once I did, my husband would be healed. And much like Abraham and Isaac walked back down off that mountain, my husband and I could walk out of that hospital.