In The Small Things

Gosh, God sure does direct our paths. Each and everyday. In the smallest things. I guess I have always "known" that but don't really pay attention that much. Until today.

My husband hasn't been feeling well for a few days now. He doesn't get "sick" often and when he does we can usually associate it with stress and he takes a day off to sleep and then he is back on track. Well this time he got a real fever and it just wouldn't go away. This morning he finally called in sick so I acted on the opportunity and took Hannah to school solo. Left the the little ones home asleep. "Are you sure you are ok?" He assured me he was and I was off! Hannah talked me into walking her into the school since we didn't have the little ones instead of the big "drop off" at the curb. Inside I run into a friend I have been trying to get a hold of and she asks if I have a couple minutes to grab some coffee. "Well....sure." I call my hubby again to get a progress report and receive an all clear. So you know when two women get together with no kids within a five mile radius there will be tons of gabbing going on. Three hours later! I receive a call from a teen mom's mother informing me that this postpardum mom has returned to the hospital with complications. Ok. We happen to be two minutes from the hospital so we scurry over for a visit. I again call my hubby to make sure the kids were still alive and he was ok. Received another all clear. Then of course after a visit with a fearful mommy it was not worth driving the 30 minutes home just to turn around to come back 3o minutes to pick up my daughter from school. So I headed over to school to pick her up 20 minutes early.

Obviously by this time I had been gone all day and my hubby was "on his death bed". He was miserable. We got home to find that my little ones had managed to take pretty good care of themselves all day. They helped themselves to plenty of movies and snacks. We packed everyone up in the car and took Daddy to an urgent care clinic down the street. In 20 minutes they had a diagnosis....infection of some sort in his throat. Not strep just an infection causing his throat to swell. One steriod shot, some steriods for the road, antibiotic, and Vicotin for pain. Gosh, I felt bad for leaving him like that all day while I scurried about. But then I thought about my day. If I had my little ones with me to drop off Hannah I would have never saw my friend and gone to coffee. Therefore not being in the area of the hospital, childless, when I received the call that our teen mom needed support. I thank God for direction even in the planning of our everyday.