A couple of Sundays ago at church we had a sharing time. A middle aged woman shared about how years ago she'd had trouble with her basement flooding and she prayed daily that God not let her basement get flooded again. She prayed faithfully for that. And one day she came home from work to find the whole basement under water. She said she lost it. She couldn't even deal with it. She just went to bed and waited until the next day before she went through the motions of getting things taken care of. In the end insurance paid for everything and she got her basement fixed, new carpet, etc. What was a terribly frustrating and exhausting experience ended up being a blessing in disguise.
I share her story because it really hit home with me - brought me to tears. I feel like seeing Christine's delays is like watching my basement flood. We've been through all this with Joe and I know how hard it is. I just want to crawl in bed and not deal with it. And right now I just cannot see what good could come of this. Why is this happening? How does any of it glorify Him?
And I just found out that because of insurance issues I cannot even get Christine in to see a doctor (which needs to happen before First Steps will come and evaluate her for services) until next month probably. The doctors that I am interested in seeing are not under the plan that Christine was under and the process to get her switched to another plan takes a ridiculous 2-4weeks. I am so tired and frustrated. But in spite of all that is going on that is causing me to worry and stress out Christine is a bright ray of sunshine in my day. Her smiles and giggles never cease to make me smile. She is good natured and is a great sleeper. I could not ask for a better baby. Even now she is laying on the floor next to me batting at her toys and jabbering away. I can only hope and pray that her delays will be just a minor thing and that she will catch up in time and that it will not be a lifelong struggle for her and for me.