By the time I returned home, the hospital had already called twice. The nurse told Beth to get down there right away and pick Brandon up.
The doctor wanted him out of the hospital NOW!
Beth explained that she had to wait for me to come home and watch the children. They pushed for her to come, and bring the kids with her. She was told that someone would be there to look after them while she took care of Brandon’s discharge paperwork.
When Beth stated that she would wait for me, the nurse was very upset and hung up.
Upon arrival at the hospital, Beth had words with the doctor about interfering with their religious beliefs. She had the social worker contact the police department to see if there were any charges against him. They said that no charges had been filed.
Beth went to collect her husband from his room.
Scared about what lay ahead – how she would care for three small children and a brain-damaged husband, she was in tears as she gathered his few belongings.
To her amazement, Brandon walked over and gathered her in his arms. He said, “Beth, it’s going to be okay.”
He was back in his right mind!
When they got back to our home, Brandon said that the minute he picked up his Bible, his head cleared.
(He also later told us that while he was in the hospital, his doctor brought in a man with a turban on his head. The man would chant some things and leave after a while. We never did find out what that was all about. Weird!)
That was Wednesday.
We had a joyous reunion, and they went home on Thursday.
Because of his state of mind, Brandon had ignored the fact that he had not received any disability checks from the government for two months. As a result, they’d been living off the little bit of money they had in the bank. They hadn’t been able to pay anything on his medical bills.
The following Monday, a collector stopped by with paperwork which showed that their assets had been frozen by the court until the end of the month. Consequently, they were unable to pay their rent.
Their landlord stopped by on Tuesday with a Seventy-Two Hour Notice to Pay Rent or Quit. Beth and Brandon said they were sorry to have put him in the position where he had to evict them, but they understood his position.
The landlord left, sobbing. Beth had cared for his wife during her bout with cancer and until her death the year before. It grieved him to have to take action.
Later that day, Brandon’s grandma called from Pennsylvania to say that she owned the house next to the one she lived in. They could buy it from her for $1! Sensing that he needed to leave the town they were living in, Brandon took her up on the offer. They prepared to move to Brownsville, and set a moving date that was three weeks out.
Seven hours before the deadline of the eviction notice, Brandon’t disability check arrived and they were able to pay rent.
Meanwhile, Debbie – Brandon’s mom – was concerned about what was going on with her son. The doctor had contacted her to discuss Brandon’s supposed brain injury. Needless to say, she was alarmed to learn that her son had permanent brain damage.
After that call, Beth kept her posted on what was taking place. It sounded so far-fetched that she wanted to come and see for herself.
Debbie’s visit was an unexpected surprise. The last time she’d seen her son, she told him that she never wanted to see him again. His behavior had been outrageous, and he was continually drunk when they’d gone to visit her a few years prior.
Yet, there she was.
The first night, they all sat down and watched, “Faith Like Potatoes.” In the middle of the movie, Debbie exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, Brandon, that’s you!” Even she could see it.
Beth told her about my heart-shaped potato, and the one she’d found just two weeks after I got mine. Debbie said, “When I get home, we’re going to eat a lot of potatoes. I’ve got to get one of those!”
After a couple of days at Brandon’s, they brought Debbie to our home. I was anxious to see her response to the change in her son.
I was not disappointed.
It seemed like every time we turned around, she was on the phone. She told many people about her son.
“He hugs me and kisses me, and is so affectionate. He’s never behaved like this toward me before,” I overheard her say to her husband.
By the end of the week, she said, “I’ve got to tell you; this has made a believer out of me. That’s it! When I get home, we’re going to church!”
That Sunday, Brandon and Beth dedicated Jordyn to the Lord at our church. Debbie went with us.
After church, they packed up to go home. Brandon went for his usual walk with the Lord and came back with some flowers he’d picked for me. These were the first flowers I’d ever received from him, and were such a sweet offering.
Back in their hometown, Beth ran to the store for dinner groceries. While she and Debbie prepared the meal, they discovered another heart-shaped potato.
The Lord graciously gave her the desire of her heart.
With Debbie safely on her way home, Brandon and Beth turned their attention to packing.
We serve a mighty God! This story begins here: You Need to Read This
Part 2: Faith Like Potatoes
Part 3: Get Me Out of Here
Part 4: Where God Guides
Part 5: Stranger Than Fiction
Part 6: There Will Be More Than One
Part 7: Not Over Yet
Part 8: Our Tenacious Enemy