Faith

My Miracle: God Did What WebMD Couldn't

My Miracle: God Did What WebMD Couldn't

Nothing felt abnormal or different when I woke up. I did what I do every Tuesday morning. I grabbed my phone off the stand and checked the time. I begrudgingly sat up, perched on the edge of the bed with my feet dangled for a few minutes.

Moments later I made my way to the bathroom in a morning state that only my husband has the pleasure of witnessing, messy bun high and stray hairs wild. What I saw looking back at me was anything but normal though, not because of a hard night’s rest or a backwards sleep shirt.

No, what I saw in the reflection could only be viewed from a one-sided perspective. That’s because my left eye was swollen shut, and it wasn’t like that when I went to sleep.

Taking my dramatic introduction to this story aside, I did feel quite a bit of panic. My assumption is most people would experience a normal amount of concern at such an unexpected sight. Mine escalated for selfish but human reasons though.

It was Tuesday. My firstborn’s baby shower was scheduled for Saturday, an occasion sure to be well documented visually for years to come. All I could repeatedly think was “Dear God, I cannot look like this by Saturday.” (Take me as vain or relate to me as normal. I’m just being honest!)

My unofficial experience and training from WebMD and Google took over. I assumed a doctor’s visit was pointless because I’m limited in what can be given to me in almost my third trimester (this was later confirmed in a last ditch effort of an ER visit. They couldn’t offer me anything to help).

The next few hours were easily filled with anything therapeutic in my pantry or fridge ending up on my face (ice, honey, cucumber, etc.) while I practiced the art of sleuthing, mentally revisiting ever action I had taken over the last few days that led to this point.

What I had once thought were infected mosquito bites days prior was soon deduced to instead be a severe case of exposure to poison sumac – poison ivy and poison oak’s lesser known ugly brother-cousin.

What could have been contained to a normal bought of exposure grew continuously for four days simply because 1) I didn’t realize I had touched it and 2) I proceeded to do laundry… on my bed… right after gardening instead of showering. In short, I was using towels and sleeping in sheets for four nights that had the plant’s oil all over it.

Fun fact I learned through this process: Clearly I’m allergic to the poisonous trifecta. Clearly my husband is not. #imnotbitter

Why I'm Thankful for My Couch

Why I'm Thankful for My Couch

It’s intriguing to see how people’s minds are triggered toward thinking about God. For some, a scenic walk through nature brings up deep thoughts of faith. Sometimes life events such as births, weddings and funerals shifts one’s mind to the spiritual. 

Interestingly though for me, my daily reminder of the one I serve sits unswervingly in the middle of my living room. Every morning I think of God when I sit on my couch.

This couch was our first furniture purchase as a married couple. We were fortunate enough when we got married in Summer 2013 to have all our needed furniture given to us by other families and friends. Our prior couch was given to us by a woman who moved to South America and literally couldn’t take it with her, and while it served its purpose in our newlywed years, the couch was on its best days a poor piece at Goodwill.

So when the cushions starting splitting from wear and tear, we made the appropriate decision to look for a new couch, specifically a larger couch that could seat more than three people and would last us for years to come. Our search landed us on a $1,000 sectional couch with an ottoman (our dog’s personal mini-bed). It was the best bang for our buck and from a notable brand name as well. 

The downside to the story? That decision and saving process was made more than a year ago… and up until the end of 2016 we still didn’t have the couch.

The money wasn’t adding up fast enough. At the rate we were saving, it would be another two years before we could even think about looking at a new couch. So, I got to work. I tried to sell household items I no longer needed. I became a Disney travel agent to make money on the side. I designed a few resumes. 

It somewhat transformed into a personal vendetta – what could I do extra to get this couch faster? My mind consistently went back to an adage from my childhood – if you want something, you have to work for it.