A few days ago while visiting my doctor in Melfort, he initiated a conversation about one of my past visits … close to four years ago now …
“I’ll never forget how scared I was when I saw you in my office that day,” he told me. “You were a very, very sick person.”
It was August 30th, 2017 … just a “regular” prenatal appointment … I had been to countless appointments in my hometown, but this was the first with my Melfort doctor, who would monitor the final weeks of my third pregnancy.
I summoned my mom to come along for the trip and made her drive, because I didn’t have the energy to do so … when she shopped, I just stayed in the vehicle, because I simply couldn’t go along …
I knew I was sick. I knew what I was experiencing wasn’t normal … I had had two healthy pregnancies before.
I was DEFINITELY in a state of survival and had no idea how I was going to make it through the final 10 weeks of this pregnancy. I did my best to care for my big girls, but “the basics” were even challenging … in the days prior to this particular appointment, I would get them ready for a day with a babysitter, then come back home and crawl into bed for the day, setting an alarm to ensure I was up in time to pick them up.
Little did I know, I was only a couple of days away from dying …
These were the words spoken by my doctor this week … “Two more days and you and your baby would have been dead.”
Just two days …
Two short days …
48 “tiny” hours …
That is not an accident … or luck … or “fluke” …
That is God “intervening” … that is God “numbering our days” …
“All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:16
“Before I shaped you in the womb, I knew all about you. Before you saw the light of day, I had holy plans for you.” Jeremiah 1:5
God wasn’t done with me yet … and he wasn’t done with my daughter Cambri either …
And though I knew I wasn’t alone (read “I Was Not Alone”) and I’ve given thanks countless times for my renewed health (almost immediately after my daughter was delivered via c-section on September 1st, 2017) and for the gift of her life, I don’t think I’ve fully come to know (and live) the blessing of still being here …
Perhaps that is why God made sure I heard those words again just this week … He was working this week THROUGH my doctor, as He often does, ensuring I heard what I needed to hear WHEN I needed to hear it …
“You were easily the sickest person I’ve seen in this hospital in the last 10 years!” he continued.
Though it’s been nearly four years since my “brush with death,” hearing those words this week was NOT an accident … or luck … or fluke …
God is “intervening” again …
“If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” James 4:13-15
Thy WILL be done, Lord … help me to remember the gift of my life ALWAYS … the gift of my daughter’s life … GUIDE my steps today and every day … SHOW me the way … REMIND ME what (and who) is important …
Thank YOU for the words of my doctor this week … thank YOU for intervening … as YOU always do …
Our Life Well Lived - Leanne Hintz 