It is so easy for us to wake up in the morning, rush through our day and forget about all that God has provided for us, even the smallest things. This morning my husband woke up at 4am with his throat closing up. We had a normal evening, went to bed, not a hint that anything was wrong. Allow me to point out from the second he woke up up until we returned home all that we had to be thankful for.
I'm thankful he wasn't traveling on business by himself yet. He was scheduled to take a train at 5:30 this morning and travel until 12:30 this afternoon. This happened only an hour before he would have left the house. I'm thankful my sister in law happened to be visiting. Our son woke up crying while we were getting ready to leave for the emergency room. Sarah (my sister in law) stepped right in and took care of him so we didn't have to be concerned with getting him ready to bring with us. I'm thankful the hospital is about a 3 minute drive from our house. I'm thankful for healthcare and that we even HAVE a hospital. I'm thankful that the waiting room was empty when we got to the emergency room. Aron was able to see a doctor right away. I'm thankful for wisdom and the minds that God has given us so that doctors can learn how to save people's lives. I'm thankful for modern medicine. The doctor was able to give Aron IV antibiotics and something to reverse the swelling in his throat.
The thing that stood out the most to me during the sequence of events this morning was this though:
I'm thankful for my husband. Not long ago, I was stung by a bee in the middle of the night, and Aron drove ME to the emergency room. I vividly remember feeling panicked (I tend to have allergic reactions to the things as well as anxiety). I also remember him holding my hand and telling me everything was going to be okay. This time, it was him who was in danger, and I was supposed to be HIS comforter. I found myself becoming anxious for him. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to possibly worry him more. As I was gripping the wheel and wishing I could fly to the hospital he just looked at me, reassuringly squeezed my hand and said, "It's okay...I'm okay."
I am amazed at my husband's composure and strength in situations like these. Even in situations that look bleak or frightening for him, he manages to stay calm and comfort ME. I'm thankful for him, not for having a husband...but having HIM for my husband.
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Megan, WOW we're so glad Aron is okay and that God provided everything amidst a trying situation! Thanks for looking me up and stopping by our blog. Any chance you and Aron will be in northern Maine over the holidays? It'd be fun to see you all again! God Bless! -Bethany
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