Sovereignty.
I believe wholeheartedly that our loving heavenly Father cares for us.
That He orders our steps.
That He loves us.
That He closes doors sometimes.
And many times we will never know why.
Today was one of those days.
I spent the morning pumping Gianna up for the hospital visit, tucking love notes in her backpack, and packing her all the snacks she could possibly eat before midnight.
We said our tearful goodbyes, and Aria and I decided to go to the nail salon for some mother/daughter bonding. You know, to console ourselves.
She got done before me, and looked bored so I gave her my phone to play games on. It rang, but I told her I would answer it later.
I actually remembered to check for a voicemail. That ALONE should prove God's sovereignty, because I always forget! HA!
It was Shriners frantically telling me to call them ASAP.
I quickly called back, got the OPERATING ROOM, and was gruffly asked, "Where are you right now?"
Uhhhh, a nail salon?
I explained her Daddy was bringing her and that they would be boarding in the next 30 minutes. She said she would call back, but to let Greg know NOT to get on the plane just yet.
No explanation, no reasoning.
I gave her the "We are traveling to China and Gianna can't go unless she is AT LEAST 6 weeks post-op, so she HAS to have this surgery." routine.
She hung up on me. I felt the love all the way through the phone line.
About 10 minutes later, our Dr's nurse called us almost in tears. She begged, pleaded and argued with the OR Staff that Gianna HAD to be worked in to no avail. Because Greg was still on the ground, her surgery is cancelled. If he had been up in the air, as in, if I had missed the call, then she would have been worked in.
Well, I should be bummed, but I am BEAMING! I just know, that GOD in His perfect timing closed the door. We may never know why.... I trust Him. He loves our little sweet Gianna more than I could.
Sovereign God.
And now, there is no foreseeable date they can work her in. None.
So I told them we would have to wait until January. We hope she can bear the pain until then. So far she is not in pain, so we pray that trend continues.
As for Gianna? She is bummed. Apparently, I did a little too well in the "GOOOO Hospital" cheer, and she wants to go anyway.
She'll get over it.
I for one am doing the HAPPY DANCE!!!
Nothing happens by chance. Nothing.
Edited to add:
As soon as Greg got on the road leading to our house(think an hour and half traffic on the way home) the phone rings, and the nurse says that when the Dr. heard that they had cancelled on us, he was FURIOUS. They told us to get up to Philly ASAP and he would squeeze her in.
Greg came home for a few more hugs and kisses and drove right back to the airport. They initially left our house at 2:30PM and finally arrived in Philly at 12 AM.
We found out that an anesthesia monitoring machine had broken (pretty important) and that was the cause for all the ruckus. While most drs would have enjoyed their day golfing, Dr. Samdani KNEW if we were to take Gianna to China, the only time was NOW for this surgery. He forced his folks into action, they located what they needed, fixed it right before her surgery and off she went to the O.R.
Sovereign God.
While His plans are not ours, and His way sometimes seems not what we would chose, HE orders our steps.
We're just along for the ride :)
That He orders our steps.
That He loves us.
That He closes doors sometimes.
And many times we will never know why.
Today was one of those days.
I spent the morning pumping Gianna up for the hospital visit, tucking love notes in her backpack, and packing her all the snacks she could possibly eat before midnight.
We said our tearful goodbyes, and Aria and I decided to go to the nail salon for some mother/daughter bonding. You know, to console ourselves.
She got done before me, and looked bored so I gave her my phone to play games on. It rang, but I told her I would answer it later.
I actually remembered to check for a voicemail. That ALONE should prove God's sovereignty, because I always forget! HA!
It was Shriners frantically telling me to call them ASAP.
I quickly called back, got the OPERATING ROOM, and was gruffly asked, "Where are you right now?"
Uhhhh, a nail salon?
I explained her Daddy was bringing her and that they would be boarding in the next 30 minutes. She said she would call back, but to let Greg know NOT to get on the plane just yet.
No explanation, no reasoning.
I gave her the "We are traveling to China and Gianna can't go unless she is AT LEAST 6 weeks post-op, so she HAS to have this surgery." routine.
She hung up on me. I felt the love all the way through the phone line.
About 10 minutes later, our Dr's nurse called us almost in tears. She begged, pleaded and argued with the OR Staff that Gianna HAD to be worked in to no avail. Because Greg was still on the ground, her surgery is cancelled. If he had been up in the air, as in, if I had missed the call, then she would have been worked in.
Well, I should be bummed, but I am BEAMING! I just know, that GOD in His perfect timing closed the door. We may never know why.... I trust Him. He loves our little sweet Gianna more than I could.
Sovereign God.
And now, there is no foreseeable date they can work her in. None.
So I told them we would have to wait until January. We hope she can bear the pain until then. So far she is not in pain, so we pray that trend continues.
As for Gianna? She is bummed. Apparently, I did a little too well in the "GOOOO Hospital" cheer, and she wants to go anyway.
She'll get over it.
I for one am doing the HAPPY DANCE!!!
Nothing happens by chance. Nothing.
Edited to add:
As soon as Greg got on the road leading to our house(think an hour and half traffic on the way home) the phone rings, and the nurse says that when the Dr. heard that they had cancelled on us, he was FURIOUS. They told us to get up to Philly ASAP and he would squeeze her in.
Greg came home for a few more hugs and kisses and drove right back to the airport. They initially left our house at 2:30PM and finally arrived in Philly at 12 AM.
We found out that an anesthesia monitoring machine had broken (pretty important) and that was the cause for all the ruckus. While most drs would have enjoyed their day golfing, Dr. Samdani KNEW if we were to take Gianna to China, the only time was NOW for this surgery. He forced his folks into action, they located what they needed, fixed it right before her surgery and off she went to the O.R.
Sovereign God.
While His plans are not ours, and His way sometimes seems not what we would chose, HE orders our steps.
We're just along for the ride :)
HE IS GO GOOD ALL THE TIME AND ALL THE TIME HE IS SO GOOD!!!! I have been stressing since Thursday AM. I have never felt this way during her surgeries. Somehow things just didn't seem right. I kept checking the blog. Nothing. I didn't want to call to check, I didn't want anyone to know that I was concerned. So I did the only thing I know to do. PRAY There is a great Southern Gospel song "On Time God" He is always and forever. We will continue to lift you up until He tells us to stop. Love & Blessings, G'Ma
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