In one second a happy family night changed to rushing out of the McDonald's and heading to the ER. Abbi was having a great time playing in the playland, but she moved just too fast near one on the climbing tunnels and her plastic headband, with little sharp combs on it, cut her head about an inch long.
Dan began confirming directions on his phone, Ryli sat silently in the backseat, and Abbi and I were strapped in together in the front seat as I held the bloody napkins against her head. In that moment, I couldn't help but think of my bible study that morning.
I had shared earlier with the women the verse that really spoke to me that week was Exodus 24:7. It says, "Then he took the Book of the Covenant and read it aloud to the people. Again they all responded, “We will do everything the Lord has commanded. We will obey.” The people of Israel had just heard the Lord's instructions from Moses and it sounds like they respond with such confidence, "We will do everything. We will obey." But we know a few chapters later they had made a golden calf and were worshipping it. I expressed to the group my desire to not be like the Israelites. I don't want to just say "I'll obey", instead I really want to. My example I gave was that I don't want to just say I trust God, but I really want to trust him. I prayed for power through the Holy Spirit to be able to do just that.
So here we were that very same day, and my poor baby is bleeding, my heart is sad for her, and the impending task of having to deal with navigating the hospital visit in Japanese loomed in the distance, but I knew I must trust. This was an opportunity to live out what I had spoken of earlier in the day. God will take care of us! In that moment my anxieties were gone.
Of course, God did take care if us. He provided a great friend, a fellow missionary, who came to the hospital to help us translate. He provided another from church to take us to the follow-up appointment with the specialist the next day. He increased my faith and gave me confidence to go to the second follow-up appointment by myself (along with Abbi and Ryli).
Maybe one of the sweetest ways God worked in this situation was that He increased Abbi's faith and we got to witness it. Each time the doctor has examined her cut, I can hear this sweet little voice softly saying "Jesus, Jesus". Abbi called on the name of the Lord, and she said she felt peace after. She called, He answered!
By God's grace, this time I didn't just say I trusted God, I really did trust Him. This gave me the opportunity to see the situation with a new prospective. I can see provisions and blessings!
Oh and Abbi's cut is healing well.