“I am sorry,” the doctor stated, “we will not be able to do your daughter’s procedure this morning.”
I could feel tears begin to well in my eyes. I couldn’t hold them back. I had gotten up in the wee hours of the morning to arrive at the hospital. Elena desperately needed this procedure. In the past it had helped to prevent the pneumonias we were continually fighting back to back. I knew it would be a game changer for her.
What poured out of my mouth I am ashamed to say was not characteristic of a Christian woman and actually resembled an angry mamma bear.
I was expecting that things would go as planned.
I was expecting that my Elena would benefit from our scheduled procedure.
I was expecting that the long drive to and from Milwaukee would not be for nothing.
When we place our hope in the things of this world, we can often end up feeling frustrated and deceived when things do not go according to our expectation.
But as Christians we are called to place our hope and expectation in the Lord (Psalm 62:5) and in His many promises (Psalm 89:34).
Welcome to Finding God Fridays. This weekly series is filled with amazing testimonies of what God is doing in the lives of believers and some of the lessons He has taught me on this crazy journey called life. This week my sister in Christ, Mandy Nackers, and I celebrate womanhood and some of the unique and beautiful purposes God had when He created Eve. God has created us in His image carefully but differently than men, and those differences are wonderful and beautiful. Join us we discuss just a few aspects of God’s perfect design: our desire for relationships, our need to cultivate an environment for growth, and our responsibility as first responders.
If you are a parent, then you have been there. That dreaded moment when your sweet little blessing from above decides to display their independence in public places.
We were on the last of our errands, I had just filled his belly with mall yumminess and set the expectation that we would not be getting treats or trinkets from the dollar section. We were not even past the entrance mats when he hit the dirt. “I want a pretzel!”
Now, this was not my first rodeo. Unfortunately, it was the norm for a while as he struggled to find his place in the world. And today was no different, except we were only shopping for this one item and my car was on the other side of the mall. But this tantrum was not the part of this story that stuck in my head. It was the reaction I received from strangers.