Metal Bench

Metal Bench

September 10, 2011

So there I sat, another school year started, another sports season started.  It’s Cross Country season.  It was a beautiful Saturday morning.  I was literally baking sitting on a metal bleachers while the XC invitational went on.  No shade in sight.  Just completely shocked & awed by God.  The previous night, my mom & I went to my brother’s house.  I had been tasked with teaching my 6 year old nephew how to tie his shoes.  He did great, even though he didn’t think so.  He & mom went out to play.  I was left in the house with my brother & sister-in-law.  We were joking about how exciting our lives are when my brother suddenly became light headed and couldn’t breathe.  We called 9-1-1.  He was taken to the ER where he was admitted & stayed in the hospital for a few a days.  Blood clots were found in his lungs from the knee surgery he had a couple weeks before.  He could have died.  He should have died.  After contacting my family, my boyfriend & best friend, we hung out at the hospital for several hours.  My best friend contacted another friend, who agreed to pray, but also had a prayer request.  My sister contacted her prayer team, as did my sister-in-law & her family.  At the XC invite I ran into another friend who had a prayer request.  Between all the praying for my brother and two other women, I was lead to start the book for the next Monday night Bible study.  I sat there, not only baking on a metal bench, but in a bucket of tears, praying, reading, just taking in the past few hours, days, weeks.  I’m so awe-struck at how God has placed all kinds of beautiful people around me.  He is being so obviously intentional about making sure our paths not only meet but are interwoven.  Oh how He loves me, loves us all.  I may not know the whole plan or see the whole picture.  But that doesn’t really matter.  He does.  He’s in control & knows what He’s doing.  At that beautiful moment, another perfect moment, I didn’t even care, still don’t.  That’s a rarity for me.  God’s got me in the palm of His hand.  That’s all that matters.  That’s all I need to know.  Praise Jesus for His healing hands, His comfort & His peace.