Glory in disguise

A week ago Tuesday we ventured to the ER for the first time since moving to Texas eleven months ago. And of course it would happen on a day when Stephen was at the office, when I was babysitting a couple of extra little people and when I was responsible for serving dinner to our small group that evening. And of course my GPS would fail me and have me drive twenty minutes past the Cook Children’s hospital until I finally (with tears in my eyes) realized that I was actually headed to a Cook clinic outside of town. Thankfully, our emergency was not entirely critical. Miss Darci had eaten a battery… A small round battery… Likely harmless but potentially harmful… And so, Stephen met me and my pack of squirmy girlies at the hospital for an x-ray. What a relief it was to see that small bright foreign object down in her lower abdomen where it would probably catch a ride to the porcelain express.

But wait… Of course Darc would begin to insist that Brynn too ate a battery. And of course she did it right in front of the doctor. So as the doctor ordered… Miss Brynn also received an x-ray. Although her glamor shots showed no shinny circles I’m certain they were just as expensive.
Later that week we received a call from Rachel who found herself needing to be picked up in some town that was an hour and a half away. I had plans that day and found myself quickly unwilling to go. Stephen took on the task and began calling some guys in hopes to find someone that could make the trip with him. One after another was unable. And I was still unwilling. Eventually, Stephen found someone to accompany him and they were going to meet somewhere off the highway I believe. Anyway, I was relieved to know that I would not have to change my plans…
Of course (for no known reason) Stephen’s battery was dead and he couldn’t start the truck. We decided that I’d drop him off and that the other person could drive. But once we all got loaded it seemed rather silly and the conviction fell. It literally took immobilizing Stephen’s vehicle, but I finally let it all go and we made the trip together.
I met a man at church on Sunday who talked to me about Jesus. He spoke about how we should always look to Him, go to Him, and call on Him first…
I soon forgot about that conversation…
And Mother’s Day continued… And I found myself back in the emergency room. This time with Mr. Brice. Why not take a dive on your roller blades into my truck that would of course result in a concussion and stitches just above your eye. As he slid to the ground covered in blood… My heart panicked. Thank God his cat scan was clear and after a days rest he seems to be just fine.
And then the next day I was headed out to drop a meal off at my girlfriend’s house. She lives close to an hour away. And of course my tire would blow. There we were… Mr. Trent and I… on the side of the road in my broke down truck.
Thank God I was just ninety seconds from their house and her husband happens to not only be handy around vehicles, but has worked on my car before and knows it rather well. And after he put on my spare… she shared a video with me. It was about Jesus. And I finally found rest.
One day can so easily lead into another and before you know it an entire crazy week has gone by and I hadn’t taken the time to really seek Him… go to Him… call on Him first.
When the tire blew Stephen said that he felt like God was showing us that He is in control and that we need to rely on Him. And the more I reflect on it all the more I see and understand His greatness…
Just as He has so magnificently provided for us in the past He provides for us now and will provide for us in the future. He is in control of our lives… From every bump and scrape to our last breath and from every meal we eat to every disaster that strikes.
I don’t know how we will pay for new tires and the medical bills that we just accumulated… but I remember the septic tank, and the plumber that forgave our bill when we had a pipe bust two days before Christmas… and I have faith. I often have my own plans and am not always willing to lay them down, but He is faithful to lead me despite myself and because of His faithfulness my faith grows and my desire is for Him. I can’t protect our children from hurt and pain, but I remember our car accident two years ago and I know that His sovereignty is always good. And when this life gets the best of me…
I will praise Him for those who point me back to His glory… that (despite my circumstances) has been there all along… His glory… that (despite the chaos and clatter) offers hope and peace.

Published by Tiffanie Lloyd

I am a detail-oriented and energetic multi-tasker traveling at the side of my best friend, and momma to eight amazing kids. God has gifted me with creativity; I'm an entrepreneur, writer, and photographer with a passion for women's health, particularity in childbirth. I'm a Parenting and Childbirth Educator, Doula, Breastfeeding Counselor, and working toward certification as a Holistic Nutritionist. Thanks for stoping by! Be sure to check out my archives, and sign up for notifications about new posts!

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