It's been quite an overwhelming month for me and Wes, especially as we're preparing to move in just over a month. Finding out we were pregnant brought on a flood of emotions ranging between fear and excitement. But lately those have been shadowed by the "how are we going to pay for this" fear. We don't have insurance, and therefore I have not been able to schedule our first real doctor's appointment. We've been looking into getting Medicaid down in Florida, but that kinda doesn't help with Kentucky, because by the time we're in Florida, I'll already be nearly 4 months pregnant. So sweat beads have formed as we've tried to figure out what to do. Then God reminded us that even when we don't know what to do, He always provides a way.
After the worship service was over yesterday, our pastor called us into his office and closed the door. We had no idea what to expect. Was this trying to work out some final details before our move? Then he told us...something that left us speechless. Someone in the church found out our situation, recommended a doctor to go to, and gave us the money to pay for the first appointment. They also will be covering our second appointment if we're still in town for that...then we can bring the medical records with us to Florida, where I can then apply for Medicaid. The person or persons asked to remain anonymous, which is frustrating in a happy way because all I want to do is run up to them and hug them.
Every time I sit and wonder how we're going to make it through a particular situation, God always reminds me, "don't worry, I am here." This was such tangible evidence of His love and care for us...and how He NEVER leaves us. He always provides even in the midst of our doubt of that provision. How could I doubt?
All praise be to God for His never ending mercies and blessings!!!