So after the events of the day yesterday (or what feels like today as I haven’t yet slept), I would probably have written a post with this same title and I would have been telling you about how my day changed unexpectedly. I would have told you about how I had been looking forward to the evening for weeks as The Husband and I were going on a date night, not just any date night, but THE date night! How I had free tickets to go and see the Sneak Peek of the not-yet-released movie RED 2 (that I had been anticipating seeing since seeing the first RED movie a few years earlier) and how before the movie, we were going to go to my favourite Thai restaurant and even how earlier in the day, I had been practically salivating as I described to someone exactly what I was going to eat that night…the Tom Young Goong soup, the delicious main courses, the coconut rice, the Jasmine tea…
Then I would have told you about how for many days I had been trying to format my new eBook for Kindle and had been so frustrated and had JUST moments before finally gotten it submitted there and was in the process of submitting to Kobo, Nook and Apple, was about three quarters of the way through having it submitted…
But first I would have had to have backed up and told you that since she knew of my technology frustrations and looming deadline on the book, my sweet friend Rachel had texted that morning and offered to take one of my kids with her to the Splash Park that day and how I started to type Dancing Queen’s name in reply but then decided that since Dancing Queen often gets to go on these types of outings, really it was Granola Girl’s long-overdue turn and I texted her name instead.
But then I would have had to tell you that as soon as I did that, I got a sick feeling in my stomach and I wanted to take it back, to send someone else instead because that little nagging voice (I call Him God) was whispering in my ear, but then I’d have to admit that I talked myself out of my “silliness”, thinking that I was being too overprotective and that Granola Girl would be just fine and deserved to have a fun time with friends. (I should really know better than to ignore God.)
I would have written about how when I saw Rachel’s number come up on the phone, that sinking feeling returned to my stomach and even as I tried to convince myself that it was probably nothing, I knew it wasn’t. Because moms know.
And I would have said that Granola Girl had fallen at the playground, not from very high and that Rachel said her arm might be dislocated or broken because her elbow looked odd and had something poking out of it. And how as I drove to meet them, even though I was telling myself that it was probably her funny little double-jointed overextended elbows playing a trick on us, I knew the truth. One look at her arm confirmed what I had known before arriving.
I would have told you about how I watched my baby girl going into shock as I drove her to the hospital and how she cried out every time I went over a little bump in the road but how thankful I was that we have such a good Children’s Hospital and that with one look at her arm, she was hooked up to an IV and given morphine to ease her pain.
How The Husband came to the hospital and our date night turned into us going down to Xray with our girl and holding her hands as they stabilized her arm temporarily while she whimpered. How instead of watching Bruce Willis, I was listening to surgeons and how instead of eating my beloved spicy Thai soup, I was worrying about the numbness in her tiny fingers. How our date ended waiting for our precious child to come out of surgery, flooded with relief when we saw the surgeon smile.
How her elbow is broken and how the muscle got squished in between two of the bones so they had to make incisions and how they put pins in her teeny little arm. I would have told you about how the shard of the bone that was poking out also stretched out her nerve and she may never get full feeling back in two of her fingers and may have pain for months. I would likely have complained about how my already busy life is going to be busier as we face appointments for the stitches and the pins and new casts and Xrays and possibly physiotherapy.
I may even have complained about how my day was ruined. I surely would have complained about our summer plans of swimming and vacation and camp and relaxing and how this would throw a wrench into those plans.
But a divine appointment in a hailstorm under an overhang changed all that.
You see, while Granola Girl was in surgery, The Husband and I went to get something to eat (kind of a date after all?!) and on our way back, it began to rain hard. We hadn’t made it to the doors of the hospital yet and as we looked for shelter, we came upon an overhang where another man had sought shelter too. Soon after, the hail started, making a run for it a dangerous proposition so we stood under the overhang and God gave me perspective.
Because you see, I thought my life had changed in an instant because of a fall at a playground. But this man’s really had. His daughter was brought in to the hospital by helicopter 12 days earlier from a car accident. As he described her injuries, there seemed to be not many bones unbroken, but the traumatic brain injury and coma were a far more pressing concern than her broken jaw and ribs and skull. This man’s life really did change in an instant. He experienced something for which everything will now be defined as “before” and “after”…”before the accident” or after.
What happened in our family yesterday made this day hard, but it didn’t make this life hard.
We’ve had before and after days too. They define a life. They define a family. But they also define our faith and our God. He is still there in the “after” no matter how dark it may seem.
When a father of 5 gets diagnosed with cancer, when a family loses their long-awaited and much loved baby after only holding her here on Earth for 8 days, when a marriage is betrayed, we may question God, but He is still there. His presence is a surety.
And so while we waited for our daughter to come out of her surgery which had seemed so scary when I kissed her forehead in the OR as she drifted off under sedation, The Husband and I prayed mostly for a girl named Megan. A girl we will likely never meet, but I believe God had us meet her dad for a reason.
Instead of telling you all about how my life changed in a small way that will only impact us for a season, I am instead going to tell you about a man I met in a hailstorm and how his story affected mine. I am going to ask you right now wherever you are to pray for a miracle for Megan.
Perhaps the reason I had the privilege of hearing about Megan was not only to give me perspective but to help give you perspective too. But I believe that the biggest reason for that meeting was so that an army of people will band together to pray for a girl whose dad loves her as much as I love my sweet princess. He’s banking on a miracle. Let’s pray he gets one.