My husband had shoulder surgery today. He has been in pain since the first of the year and finally had to give in and get surgery. The Dr. found out that he had a small tear in his bicep, and that is probably what was causing all of the pain.
My husband has had many surgeries and many health issues. Every surgery he has always causes me and I am sure him anxiety. Even 'minor' outpatient surgery causes me anxiety. When they ask questions about his health I am reminded again of all of his health issues.
Today when I went back to see him before his surgery, the nurse mentioned some concerns about his health before his surgery. They took some extra blood for some blood tests and gave him an ekg. Everything turned out fine, but it added a bit more to my anxiety.
My thoughts were about my husband and his surgery, but I noticed that there was quite a bit of talking from the nurses and other patients about an accident that happened in the parking lot. A 71 year old woman had lost control of her car. She ended up totaling 2 cars, damaging a pick up truck and taking out 2 transformers. Fortunately no one was injured, except for the woman driving and it was non life threatening. I did not think much about it at first, but then I started to put some things together about our morning.
I drove my husband to his surgery. I decided to talk a bit of a longer route because I don't like turning left without a stop light on our busy street. Once we got close to the surgical place we discussed where I should park. I thought I would park in the parking garage because that is where my husband usually parks. My husband insisted that I not park in the parking garage and he wanted me to park in the hospital parking lot. I thought it was different for him, but I parked where he said to park. We got a great spot, close to the surgical place. A little thank you to God for that.
The 71 year old woman who had the big accident, had it in the parking lot and garage that I was planning on going to. If I would have taken a shorter route and went to that parking garage we would have been in the middle of that mess.
Here my anxiety was over my husbands surgery and God graciously protected us from a big accident. I am no theologian, but it did remind me of God's sovereignty, love and protection. He does take care of every little detail, even where we should park.
Psalm 16:5 Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure.
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