God’s Puzzle Began Making Sense
~ God’s plans and timing are perfect, as my first blog about my encephalitis shows.
What started as one crazy puzzle seemed to have many pieces thrown all around. Thankfully, however, important pieces were obviously put together by God that first day. He knew when and where it was best to place me when I had my seizure, and who was best to have right there with me.
That day I left the hospital, eighteen days later, was also perfectly planned.
If you are assuming that God’s plan for me was to be going home that day, with a quick stop at McDonald’s on the way, you are wrong. That stop was on my way to another hospital.
The first hospital I went to was the closest for the ambulance to take me to on that snow-filled day in December. It was there that it was discovered I was, for the most part, physically fine. Much worry still, for they realized that my brain was far from being fine and needed more care.
This part of the story shows, again, how God went the extra mile in planning, with love, this entire ordeal He knew I needed. That second hospital, a forty-five-minute drive from the first hospital, wasn’t even two miles away from Chris’s parents’ home. But that’s not it. They both WORKED at that hospital! Yes, you read it right. Both his parents worked there. Their hours were very flexible, and both were able to help immensely. I can’t write enough how thankful I am for that simple fact. Dorothy, Chris’s mother, was able to adjust her hours to help watch one or both of our two girls from the start. Their home was the perfect spot for Chris and the girls to spend many nights while I was in that hospital – literally – just down the street.
Having been sent to that second hospital showed us that God was putting a few more puzzle pieces together. It sure felt like it was one huge puzzle, but we were comforted knowing God was the one who made it.
As I started my next chapter of recovery, God kept His fatherly love right there. Even though the ‘why, God?’ question was still floating around, knowing my brain wasn’t affected nearly as much as it could have been sure helped. But knowing that God was there helped the most.
We all just hoped He would put that puzzle—me—back together very soon, and that no pieces would be missing.