Not too little, not too much. Juuuuust right.

The Lord is always juuuuust right. I was talking with a friend this morning about the past two weeks in our household: Dad's car accident and subsequent Dad hospitalization, Chad's travel, Ingrid's bike accident and ER visit, then the awful fever she developed. I was feeling a bit more than sorry for myself.

But then it hit me like a lightning bolt: if Dad hadn't have been in that car accident in Florida, would his heart anomaly (I still don't know how to spell that) have been caught? What about the partial artery blockage? He was injured in such a way that was bad enough that he had to be admitted and have a thorough check, but not so badly as to cause permanent damage. Not too little, not too much, juuuuust right.

Please Lord, don't let me doubt your perfect plan!

My Dad....

My wonderful, sweet Dad is in the hospital after a car accident yesterday afternoon. He was in Florida visiting his sister after a 30 year lapse. (They had talked on the phone, but hadn't seen eachother in person.) The weather was horrible -- one of those amazing gushing downpours only possible in a tropical climate. He skidded and spun out, hitting two barriers.

No one else was around. And it was rush hour. And the airbags didn't go off...and the pen in his pocket shattered as he hit the steering wheel so hard. AND HE DOESN'T HAVE A BROKEN BONE OR A BRUISE ON HIM. He's very sore...

The Lord surely had his hand on his faithful servant.

I just wish either myself or my mom could be out there with him. It must be lonely in a hospital with no one to be with you...