Tuesday, July 23, 2013

The big stuff

Not too long ago, I found myself pulling into the parking lot of a large medical clinic in a nearby city.  I was accompanying my husband on his visit to a specialist. 

I was a mess, my friends.  It's a good thing Hubby and I were driving separately, 'cause I think I would have scared him.

The Internet is, at once, a beautiful and a terrible thing, and I was scared.  Scared because in all of my research, these symptoms, combined with those test results, were looking like nothing good.  Nothing good as in chronic, last-forever things.  Nothing good as in often fatal things. 

Scared because, although I knew that God's hand was on us, I was afraid that maybe God thought I was stronger than I think I am.

I was worried enough about the implications of the visit that I didn't even stop to think about the parking situation, until there I was, in the parking lot at not quite 9 a.m., with hundreds of cars, and hardly any available parking spots.

Before we go any further, you should know that I have parking anxiety.  I simply do not go places if I don't know what the parking situation will be, because I'm afraid I won't be able to find a parking spot for the big old Suburban.

There I was, frantically looking about, trying to gauge which of the available spots would be easiest to get out of when the time came to leave, worrying about the appointment, when my husband pointed ahead.

And there, in the midst of hundreds of filled parking spots, was a pull-through.

Remember when I said this
If I can trust God to provide something as unimportant (in the grand scheme of things) as a parking spot, I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that God's going to take care of me on the big stuff.
And that's when I knew, my friends.  That parking spot was a sign, a gift straight from the hand of God.  God's taking care of us on the big stuff.

The specialist thinks Hubby's suffering from something that's actually quite common and very curable, and certainly nothing chronic or life-threatening.  In fact, I think we made the Doc's day, as Hubby's case presented in an atypical way.  In the specialist's words, it's a very interesting case.

We really don't know for sure just yet that that's what it is--the Doc sent out a test to confirm--but for now, I do know, without any doubt, God's got this.  I have no need of fear.

The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.
Deuteronomy 31:8 NIV

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