Faith Finds Me

I have a ton to document about our trip.  I was putting it off until my first full week with my kindergartener having a longer school day. . .but as fate would have it, things changed.  I received a call Monday morning that E had hurt himself.  He called me, so I didn't panic.  He went in a car to Urgent Care, big difference from being in the ambulance three years ago.  My mind didn't wander to the worst possible scenario.  I simply waited to see what I was told.

Fast forward to the next day when we met with a specialist.  His pectoralis muscle was torn completely away from the bone, so surgery is the only way to fix it.  The doctor looked somber as he answered Ernie's questions and gave him the prognosis of being out of works for months.  Ernie looked grim too, as the news sunk in.  But I was simply at peace.

My mind focused on the fact that he was alive and this is completely fixable.  I even texted a couple friends saying, "I'm sure glad I like him so much, looks like the second honeymoon continues."  And the thing is, I meant it.  For the first time in probably forever, I didn't stress about finances or the future.  I was thankful it wasn't worse, and I just knew God would provide.

I went to the car as E waited for the referral.  It took forever, so eventually I walked back in.  He told me the doctor had called him back and wanted to know if he was willing to travel for surgery.  He wanted to get E back to normal as soon as possible and was willing to do what he could to make it happen.  Ernie was rejuvenated.  He looked hopeful as they sent us off to a local hospital for an MRI.  Once there, we realized he had forgotten his wallet, but God worked out the details and he was still able to be seen.  Then an hour into the MRI, there was an emergency and they needed to stop his session.  Ernie was able to get them to put him back in the tube only a half an hour later.  Again, God completely at work!

Even this morning, Ernie and the doctor had both already put calls in to get the surgery on the road.  We are kind of at a stall,  but it's okay.  Even if the surgery doesn't happen until
October 7th (like they're saying). . .my fortieth birthday, I'm planning on enjoying every minute the two of us have together!  It seems faith has finally found me.  All will be well.  I'm sure of it, no matter how long it takes.  In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy full, long days of one on one time with my husband.  What a gift!