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Two weeks ago, I went through a major clean up of my writing desk. I filed, created new folders, tossed an embarrassing amount of paperwork, two boxes worth to be exact, and came across bar of Cadbury royal dark chocolate. Treasure hunts are always high on my list, how about yours?
I also discovered the paperwork from Children’s hospital when my daughter had been diagnosed with her blood clotting disorder four months ago. I put it in the folder marked with her name, where it would be easily accessed if and when needed.
Turns out, that moment came much sooner than I’d have thought.
Friday evening, the kids went outside and I started to get dinner ready. I heard a cry. This didn’t cause much concern, they usually squabble and my daughter often comes crying when her big brother won’t let her do something. I went to the door and quickly realized this wasn’t one of those times.
Blood covered my daughter’s hand and streamed down her hand. I snatched paper towels, trying to wipe the blood clear to see where she’d gotten hurt. My stomach turned over when I found the reason.
She’d cut her pinky finger, the kind of cut that gapes and you can see more than just skin. My husband was out of town for the night. None of the neighbors were home. I pressed the cloth against her hand. Panic flooded me. I couldn’t think of what to do next. Should I drive her to the ER myself? Did I need to call the ambulance? How much blood was too much for a three-year-old girl too lose?
With shaking fingers, I used the speed dial to call Children’s Hospital. They walked me through emergency procedure for a Von Willebrand’s patient and how to administer her medicine. They called ahead to the ER to alert them and give them instructions on her treatment.
On the 37 mile drive to the ER, I had a million thoughts and prayers fly through my mind. But this one stood out.
God knew I’d need that number a week ago. What we call coincidence, is God taking care of us without us realizing it. Tweet this
He started to prepare the way for me and my daughter weeks before time. He knew what I’d need before I did. I don’t believe in coincidences, I believe in the Lord. The next time you think somethings a coincidence, I ask you to consider looking deeper, and I think you’ll see His hand.
My daughter now sports stitches, wrapped gauze, and an understanding that not only do we not play with scissors, but that extends to pruning shears as well. She should heal fine, though we do have to watch in case her clot doesn’t hold.
What incidences have you thought were coincidences, but now see as God’s work? How has He prepared you for something?[Boilerplate plate=”Heirloom Gardening Guide” search=”Replace”]
Melissa K. Norris inspires people's faith and pioneer roots with her books, podcast, and blog. Melissa lives with her husband and two children in their own little house in the big woods in the foothills of the North Cascade Mountains. When she's not wrangling chickens and cattle, you can find her stuffing Mason jars with homegrown food and playing with flour and sugar in the kitchen.