I had a busy week coming up. We were hosting the family for Memorial Day. My Dad would be alone for a few days at the end of the week, so I was going to ask him to dinner one night.
My husband’s birthday was in a few days. I had dinner plans with a friend one night, and a church commitment another. There were three articles to edit, and one left to write before the meeting with my tutor on Friday. Yikes. Something’s got to give here.
Enter: Blog Break. I posted “See you June 2!”
The Memorial Day cookout was really fun. I got the essays edited, and started the new one. Then, things changed.
My daughter had been texting us throughout the night, but I didn’t have my phone by the bed. I woke up Wednesday and soon found out that my two year old granddaughter was in a pediatric ICU with severe croup. I offered to come and help.
Now some people talk about God’s ‘sense of humor.’ As in I thought I was managing my time to get all kinds of things done. But the whole time, God knew I’d be driving 3 1/2 hours away from home mid-week to help. Well, I’m not saying God doesn’t have that sense of humor. But I learned a few other things.
Listen to my inner voice.
I was told I needed to let something go; that I needed extra time.
What if I decided to ignore that voice? What if I decided that I was just trying to ‘baby’ myself, or take the easy way out? I can fight myself like that.
The Lord was really trying to make it easier for me to go. I didn’t know what was coming. But he knew. I was about to be busy in a whole new way.
If God calls me to it, he’ll clear the way.
Every single thing on my list was canceled and rescheduled with ease. In the space of two hours, as I was showering, packing and making phone calls, every commitment was addressed. Everyone wished me well. (My husband just laughed when I told him we’d have to ‘postpone’ his birthday.)
So I don’t know if I’d call all of this humorous. But I would call it ingenious. How could I expect anything less from a God who leads like a shepherd? Like the little lamb that I am, I followed him with no clue where I was really going. But I got there. And it was a blessing.
My granddaughter was released from the hospital after two days of treatment. She’s fine.
I’m so glad that I could help. And I’m glad that I can now look back and see how God took care of everything. Every step of the way.