Worried about not being worried??

When I saw my husband sprawled on the ground, I knew it was something serious. He was tossing a football one moment, and next, writhing with pain on the ground, his knee injured. The rest of the evening should have viewed as chaotic, but it wasn't. Sure, my husband spent the remainder of the picnic in one position, and getting to the vehicle was a painful process, but in it all, there was a peace. Getting home was a series of misadventures, but setting up chairs was aided by friends. As the reality of the seriousness of Kim's knee sunk in, I was remarkably calm. We anticipated a restless night, but sleep was peaceful for the entire family.

Sunday came and we all made it to church on time, just a bit slower than normal. Kim's knee was swollen, stiff and couldn't handle any weight or pressure--still not looking good, especially with a full work schedule in front of him. Even with the circumstances, we had a peace.

This is where I seriously started questioning myself. Was I just being naive or indifferent to our present circumstances? Was I missing something? No, I understood the gravity of what was happening, yet I was in peace. Despite the circumstances, there was a calm around me, a reassurance that I was not to worry. I was at rest.

I can honesty say that I have never experienced a peace like this before. It's been 3 months of craziness, yet in it all, I have generally not lost sleep, worried or fretted, or even wondered about our future--even though there is a measure of uncertainly. Problems, challenges and worries have come up, but just as quickly, I have been learning to surrender them to God and know that He will need to present a solution. While it hasn't been easy, it has been good. What's amazing, is we have been able to see God work in some amazing ways.

The night Kim injured his knee, instead of rushing him straight to the hospital, we got him comfortable and lingered at the picnic. Yes, he was in pain, but he was still there to connect with people. Over the course of the evening, a doctor answered his questions, crutches were provided, a brace was provided and even help for setting up chairs came. It was as though solutions were coming before we even presented our concerns.

Sunday was similar. We found ourselves surrounded by prayer and encouragement. Upon arriving home from church, 3 huge boxes of food were waiting on our front walk! Wow, how can words express our gratitude to God! We don't know what tomorrow will bring, what will happen to work this week, or what the diagnosis of Kim's knee will be, but we do know that we are not to worry about tomorrow, we are to cast our cares on God and to trust that God will continue to hold our family. He's never let us go, so why would He stop now?