It was a hard decision but I felt it was the right time to stay there for the summer.
This was also the summer that my trusty ole right lung decided to stink out on my and quit working.
In other words it collapsed.
At the beginning of the summer when I decided to stay in my college town, away from my family I had no idea that I would end up spending a week and a half of that summer in the hospital.
Such is the story of life. You never know whats gonna happen.
The weekend that my lung collapsed I "just happened" to be at my home town at a wedding.
I was about to hit the road and head back to my college town when I decided that I should probably stop by the ER to figure out what that weird feeling was in my chest and why I couldn't catch my breath.
That was back in the day when I was still on my dad's insurance and I made periodic stops at the ER just to get things checked.
Luke put a stop to that real quick when he took over my medical bills.
Which is why I now live my life through Webmd. I miss my carefree days when I could make a quick stop at the ER, get checked over, and leave knowing I was fine and healthy.
That night when I stopped at the ER to get checked over I was admitted immediately, set up with oxygen and wheeled to a room where I would end up spending the next week.
The hospital that I was admitted to was less than 5 minutes away from my parents house.
My family spent the next week going back and forth between my hospital room and home.
It was so convenient that the hospital I went to was so close to their house. Me being in the hospital didn't inconvenience them much, they could still carry on with their lives, while also catering to me at the hospital. And I needed LOTS of catering to.
If I had gone to the hospital in the town I lived in, they would have had to packed up their lives and came to where I was, or driven back and forth throughout the week.
It is a small thing, and it wouldn't have been that bad, but it was so nice that I was in the hospital so close to them.
I think about this situation many times.
Not because my lung collapse is my claim to fame and I use the excuse "I have breathing problems" when people want me to work out with them. Shady I know.
I think about this situation because to me it shows God's absolute provision.
Here I was living several hundred miles away from my family, yet "somehow" I ended up at a hospital in close proximity to them.
I know it was God, I know that he made sure that I was close to my parents.
I stopped at a random hospital yet it was one that took my insurance and everything was paid for through my dad's insurance.
It seems so small in the grand scheme of things, but, to me, this is what is so amazing about God, nothing is too big or even too small for him.
I do my best to follow the Lord everyday, spending time and communion with him. Striving to be more like Him everyday. Seeking His will for my life.
And when I do this, I know that He directs my steps. Even when I cannot visibly see it.
I had no idea that weekend when I debated whether to even go home for that wedding that I would wind up in the hospital, but He did. And He directed my steps to the place I needed to be.
Everytime I begin to doubt God providing in a situation, or start to question whether I am where I need to be in life I think back to this story, and how he guided me. I was committed to Him and gave Him the steering wheel and he led me, even when I had no idea I needed leading.
What a faithful God.
Sometimes things happen that don't make sense, but I have to remember I am looking with my own eyes, and cannot see the workings behind the scenes.
Admittingly it is hard to remember this sometimes, but I try my best.
The Lord directs our steps, so why try to understand everything along the way? Proverbs 20:24