07/25/2026
I’m sharing one of the most anchoring pieces of our story here….
I wanted to reach out to those who have already liked our page, those who have ever visited our office, and all those who will join us at some point… Turning Tides exists not for money and fame but to be here for our community (in person & online) when they are in need.
Today is an “anchor” day to remind me WHY I do what I do. So on hard days—on all the days—my brain questions why I even try… Why do I even care…. It's today that I transport back as my reminder of WHY my work / my passion is so vital. All those who say no, who want something for nothing, and who are ungrateful—I’m reminded of the ONE who needs what we have to give. THAT ONE is the one worth it all.
It’s been😭 … 20 years, my heart stopped, and I couldn't breathe…
Some days will never be forgotten. Today is one of those days. It’s been 20 years😳. 1/2 his life + 2 year 💔😭😭😭
“Be still and know I am God!” (Ps 46:10) because you’re getting ready not to be able to breathe. Was the thought that ravaged my mind in the moments I stood in the middle of the street, staring at the ambulance just a few feet away, attempting to wrap my head around what had occurred in the timeshare just a little bit before?
Worst day of our lives, Bill Hutchinson
I look back over the past 20 years, and even though it’s not perfect, it’s better than it could’ve been. Some may think it’s horrific now but if they only knew what it was like before they would be shaken to the inner core of their soul…. We NEVER want to go back and experience that hell ever again…. I’m thankful I still get to hear his voice, hug him, and say I love you 💜 I cherish all those little moments along the way.
Although I knew something was shifting several months before this day. The book the Lord had me choose for me and my employees to read for our monthly book club, “Just Enough Light for the Step I'm On by Stormie Omartian,” the visions I had leading up to the event, waking many times in the middle of the night, jolted to a sitting position as prayers were spoken out of my mouth from a dead sleep… Moving me to change careers. I didn’t fully understand or see the urgency to do so until this day, 20 years ago. I know the Lord predestined me to this place… this mission… This calling…
October 27th, 2005 the mission was conceived and on July 24, 2006 it was birthed @ 11 pm somehow I knew all those previous experiences were coming alive into a reality I could have never perceived unless I took the walk down to the depths of hell.
I can’t believe this evening will mark twenty years standing behind a police officer in the middle of a highway; as we both moved closer to the ambulance, the Lord stopped me dead in my tracks. He said very loudly to my heart, “Be still and know that I am God‼️” (Ps 46:10). In this instance, I knew it was highly detrimental for me not to waver in the truth I knew and that was the fact that it didn’t matter what I was walking up on. It didn’t matter my soul was being laid wide open as my brain attempted to understand what was happening. Some how in those moments I knew Jesus was still sovereign in our universe. Here, I was reminded to be very careful of my words, beliefs, and actions about what I (we) were about to experience. It was this powerful force and reminder of how thankful I am that I know the Lord.
My brain teleported back to 10/27/2005 to another hospital room where the Lord had led me to Genesus 50:20-21, this time it was 21 where I was reminded my children would be ok. Somehow, I knew in my soul that everything would be okay regardless of what was occurring. He gave me peace in this instant and in the many seconds, hours, days, months, and years ahead, as no one else could have.
But still, through utter brokenness, where somehow we found beauty like we never could have in any other way
Tonight, 20 years ago @ 11 pm, we found ourselves in the first ER….. it was here where I prayed, asking the Lord to give me something so that even though it felt like in the natural realm of things there was nothing I could do to fix what was going on before my very eyes, what was being heard with my ears and felt in my bones….. and the profound shift that occurred in the inner depths of my soul… This thing was ultimately beyond my human control… The doctors were saying something unfathomable to me in my natural mind. I couldn't comprehend... That’s when I knew there was serious activity beyond the natural that was occurring in the supernatural. In this instance, my mind flashed back to all the ways the Lord had prepared me over the few months before this event unfolded before my eyes… playing out like a horror story. It was in these moments that I realized the Lord had been preparing me to be strong, courageous, graceful, and solid as a rock in this very moment, as this doctor began to rattle off what seemed like a “death of life” sentence to me. It was here that the Lord gave me three instructions for something I could do because, as the doctor's voices attempted to pierce my soul, I stood still looking at them in the middle of an ER. As they talked, I quietly shut out their voices in my head and asked the Lord to give me the tools to fight this in ways beyond human possibility. All three of these instructions needed to occur in the supernatural realm because what was going on in the natural realm was a fight between the two realms, as I’d never experienced before in my entire life.
I still do these three things today: “Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer” (Ro 12:12, ESV). Rejoice! Patience! Pray!
I broke after non-sleep for over 24 hours. My mind was delusional, and my heart was broken into a million pieces and the core of the deepest parts of my soul was shattered. Bill Hutchinson walked in on me, curled up on a chair outside the ER in the waiting room. I never lose my 💩 as I did…. My reactions scared him… And if I ever do it’s because something or someone has pushed me to the edge of the cliff… He rushed to the double ER doors and began to bang on them, yelling, " Let me in. Let me the F in - in his Ranger warrior style. It took a whole hell of a lot to bring me to the state I was in… seeing me in this state made him think he had died…. We both ran down the ER corridor. Bill pushed everyone out of the way, climbed on the hospital bed, and got on top of him, demanding the evil infirmary get out of him. It was intense. He looked up and said, Daddy, I want to go home!!! 😭😭😭
It was another seven days, and during this time, Bill and I were both police escorted out of the facility holding him hostage; as we demanded, they would not let him go. Bill said choice words and left the room, and I told the doctor she needed to find another profession if she was afraid. We were 14 hours away from home, and we were not leaving without him. A call from our daughter, Brandi Shook, prompted them to release him to us, albeit against medical protocol.
For the next year and a half we fought systems, people, and forces no parent should ever have to fight in our relentless search for help…
Some may ask why we want to remember this day. Well, days like this remind us of it all, which helps us see the good in such horrific experiences. It reminds us of the progress made and how far we have come. I knew in these first moments as our feet led us through the doors of the first ER that the Lord was always there, regardless of what we saw, heard, or felt. It was at the ER door that I grabbed his cheeks and spoke for the first time. “If it is a sickness, you are already healed. If it is oppression, you’ve already been delivered. Whatever this is- boy, you have one hell of a testimony”.
I can't wait to hear it…. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
Earlier, the police officer encouraged us to go to the newer, smaller hospital, even though it was farther away. Little did we know Jesus was waiting on us there…
Over the ER reception desk, read “As Jesus takes care of you, so will we.” It was a Christian hospital. 💖🙏🏽😇 It was the Lord's way of saying hold on, all is going to be ok.
I'm taking the opportunity today to tell those struggling with whatever—it’s going to be okay!
This angel reminds me of the Archangel Michael, the great captain, the leader of the heavenly hosts, and the warrior helping the children of Israel. I will fight to my last dying breath…
The angel is like….. GET OUT! Lol
This picture was taken the day after. This was the absolute worst and hardest day of our marriage and our lives. We were numb. We were still in shock.
I am grateful we all survived. We are all still surviving one day at a time & some days one moment at a time.
If you ever see me break, it will be because someone interfered with my mission to accomplish what the Lord called me to do on this day, 20 years ago. I do not have an option to let Him down.
Moments like these…
https://youtu.be/S920t8PzASs?si=WC6mgseMeM8WAHyX