Yesterday was one of those “unplanned” days. I received “that” call from TJ’s school around 10am. Poor Mrs Eicholz had to deliver the bad news to me. “I am afraid I don’t have good news. TJ tripped over another child today and has been injured. He isn’t feeling very well, so I thought you might want to come pick him up.” I jumped into the car and rushed to see how TJ was doing. As I entered his school, the principal met me. I have blogged about Mary before. She is a wonderful woman; just an inspiration to me. “TJ is doing good. He is laying on the couch in his room. You know the only two injuries that we have had at this school have been TJ and your Katie. Leave it to the Slamkowski’s to break in a school.
As I walked into his room, I could see he wasn’t feeling well. His head had a small scrape near his left eye, his pants were ripped at the knee and his wrist was covered in an ice pack. I lifted off the ice pack and his wrist was starting to swell. In my mind I thought that this definitely looked like a trip to the ER was necessary. TJ had regained his strength and coloring after the fall by the time I arrived, so I took him over to the emergency room. I approached the emergency entrance and recalled this morning; I had pulled out my insurance card from Pete’s wallet. For some reason, I felt it was necessary to do that this morning. Pete had taken my card a few weeks back when he took Katie to the doctor. God moment number one.
As I am sure many of you know, emergency rooms are not quick even at 10 in the morning. Three hours later and an xray in hand, TJ was released with a stint on his wrist. It was broken and we would need to see an orthopedic surgeon within 24 hours. TJ was squinting as we left the hospital. That is when I noticed he didn’t have his glasses on. “Where are your glasses?” He replied, “They are all scratched up from the fall.” This weekend TJ and I had gone over to our eye doctor’s office to straighten his glasses. They were starting to look a little crooked. The technician took one look at them and realized the frame was broken. They were still under warranty, so she went ahead and ordered a new pair. That was God moment number two.
TJ and I arrived home (after stopping for a quick lunch with my mom). I called the orthopedic doctor’s office and they wanted to see TJ that day. I checked my watch. It was 1:30p. Wow where had the day gone? We jumped back into the car and went right over. After further xrays, the doctor found the break to be near TJ’s growth plate. It was going to require resetting his wrist under anesthesia. Surgery was scheduled for 7:30am the next day.
As I went home that afternoon, I realized that my calendar was quite clear this week. I had nothing planned, no meetings in the evening, no kids activities, nothing. God moment number 3.
I know you are all wondering why I am blogging about this today. God worked in my life all day yesterday. It was evident by the God moments he gave me. Sometimes God allows bad things to happen to us. Always, He uses those times to send us God moments. Don’t get so caught up in the circumstances that you miss the God moments. They are special and wonderful. They are little gifts from God to remind us that He will be with us even through the stress, the worry, the anxiety, and the turmoil. He is there. He is present. He will give us strength. In fact, He probably already gave us strength in preparation for the event that we were about to face.
Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, rely not on your own understanding.