Yesterday I felt deflated as I headed to the hospital to make the switch with my husband. Our 2 (almost 3) year old has been there since Friday afternoon. A mother just "knows" and Friday when he said he was sick after a couple of hours I knew some symptoms just weren't right. After a few minutes at the doctor's office the nurse practitioner called for an ambulence and we headed to the closest hospital with a Pediatric Unit. It felt like a blur and I cried...this was new territory for us. We have never had a "real" emergency like this. We have had a sick kid in the night, and an occassional swallowing of foreign objects that needed to be retrieved (Scary stuff for sure). But this was different and I can't really put the fear and concern into words.
By God's grace he was stabled fairly quickly in hind sight. I am grateful for that tender mercy. I am also grateful that he only whimpered a little with the insertion of the I.V. and all the blood work. He has been quite a trooper. There has been an outpouring of love, faith, prayers, concern and help from my family...and the close friends...who really are an extension of my family. Times like this elevate my trust in the human race, and really speak about whom in our life is really there for us... I am filled with love, help, and kindness...both in acts and offerings. I feel blessed beyond measure.
However, on the way to the hospital yesterday my faith and trust waned a little. In the past two weeks I have attended two funerals of dearly loved ones. I felt the flood gates and wanted to just ask why. At that notion I had a thought to turn on my husband's CD player and in it was a CD with speakers from a recent Conference for our church. The words rang out so true...everyone of us in this life will have trials, disappointment, hurt, sorrow, pain, tragedy, tribulation. The test is not what happens to us, but how we react to what happens to us. Then the words to go forth in faith, trusting and believing (just what I was teetering back and forth to muster and struggling with). I literally laughed outloud at God's perfect message and the even more perfect timing. I didn't have to surf through all the talks on that CD...just in the moment of need and hurt, the words poured into my soul the very minute I obeyed the prompting to turn on the radio. I think now about how differently my day would have gone if I hadn't heeded the voice in my head, if I had not turned on the radio, or if I had ignored the inclination to listen to the CD and just hit the country station. For me this is a lesson that in life there are many answers just around the corner, but we often have to decide to turn the corner. I am so grateful for the answers, and even more grateful that I was listening for and received them. They truly were the wind beneath my wings. Thank you in advance for all the prayers and love!
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