It was probably eight years ago, maybe longer. The kids were with grandma and my husband and I were on a fact-finding mission. We looked into adopting a senior dog and wanted to visit her before making a decision. It wasn’t local so we plugged the address into a GPS and went on our way.
Once the task was done we realized we didn’t have to go the same way back. We had fun with back roads and country highways, landing at a small town restaurant for dinner. It wasn’t fancy but it was good eating.
We realized had we went the normal route, we would have missed that nice side trip. There was the great dinner and interesting scenery.
That’s the memory God dropped in my lap this week as I went for a routine appointment for our child. Although with puberty on the horizon I’ve been trying to plug those coordinates in my emotional GPS, I was still thrown when I received an update I wasn’t expecting.
The doctor ordered an x ray and now that result is in. It appears as if what the doctor feared was happening is a reality. And once I follow up with her and receive her guidance, we will most likely receive treatment.
I’m pretty rock solid in my faith.
For everyone who comes to me in prayer or God prompts me to pray for.
But when it’s within our walls, boy that’s tough.
I didn’t plan this trip.
This is a detour I wasn’t expecting and I know for sure our child didn’t ask for it, either.
That night where we had a wonderful night we never would have enjoyed had we stayed the course.
That side trip.
That’s where I’m at. God’s not a liar. He’s promised that girl is an overcomer and He’s confirmed it over and over. This side trip surprised me, but not Him.
With this new route we hope to avoid complications and actually have progress and praises.
I think it’s a road worth taking.