Digging Deep

When our GPS was stolen, I was crying to my friend Sarah. It felt like another kick in the gut. She encouraged me by saying that I had faith when Dave lost his job. She reminded me that when this happened, I had to fight for my faith. And I did. I had to dig deep, but I still have faith in God's plan. It seems we're still fighting.

Dave has basically been sick since this weekend. Stress has a way of wrecking havoc on Dave's body, and I would consider the news on Thursday, and working 40 hours in 3 days significant stressors. He's been miserable the last few days. Last night was the worst. He was up most of the night. About 4am, he finally decided to go to the ER, the pain was so bad. I was frantically praying that God would just heal him. About 30 minutes after he had left, he called me. He was sitting outside the ER, and he felt better. The car ride seemed to have helped him. He rested outside the ER for a little while to make sure, and then drove home. He is still sleeping, thankfully. I am fervently praying that God heals his body. He can't keep going like this.

Because he's on call this week, he found out that he has to work overnight tonight for another doctor. Besides the fact that he is still not feeling well, it poses other problems for us as well. I leave for a woman's conference tomorrow morning at 5:30am and he doesn't get off work until 8. We'll figure it out, but it's yet another thing to consider.

Lord, I'm digging deep. I still trust you have a plan for us. Please heal and restore Dave's body. I know that you have a plan for our life. We love you.

Sarah reminded me of these verses the other day:

We rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us. Romans 5:2b-5