God Doing's

A long time ago when our family began recovery from the effects of alcoholism, my mom came up with this saying, "God Doing's." They're events He puts along our path to remind us He's got our back, His angels are with us and to be encouraged because He'll never forget about us or or needs.

Here's a God Doing I sent out in an e-mail:

The other day I was at my doctor's office for the 5mm kidney stone I was passing. I needed more Darvoset and wanted to talk to her about what was found on the lower abdomen scan. I told the front desk I was not insured at the time but as soon as I received the Social Security I would pay the outstanding balance and today's visit. That seemed to be fine. When the nurse called my name, I thought it was to see the doctor. Instead I was told if I didn't have a payment that day I couldn't see her. I began to cry and said, "Do you want the $8.23 that's in my checking account?" They said they could make a payment arrangement but they had to have a payment that day. Now I'm so upset I can barely speak. Here I am, leaning on my cane, telling the truth about how I don't have money to make a payment toward my balance nor pay for the visit and their telling me I can't see the doctor. So now I'm crying and the nurse is trying to coax me into the exam room to talk about it in there. I told her no because I don't have the money to pay for it.

I walked out of the office and back into the waiting room where my friend and driver Pam was sitting. She saw me and asked what happened. I told her they won't let me see the doctor because I can't make a payment and now I can't get the medicine I need as the stone passes. You see, I had $20 from a friend to get the medicine but I couldn't give it to them because then I couldn't get the pain killers. So I'm standing there leaning on my cane still crying when a man tucks something between my hand that's holding my cane and says, "This should help with most of it" and walks away. I'm so caught up in the hurt that I don't know what just happened. Pam says, "Amy, what did he just give you?" "I dunno," so I hand it to her." She opens the money. There's a fifty dollar bill. Then there's a one hundred dollar bill. One of God's angels showed up and more than took care of my need.

I walked over to the window to the girl who was being nasty to me. She opened the window, I'm still sniffling and I threw the $150 at her saying, "Is that enough? Someone just gave that to me." She said, "I'm sorry" with a snotty tone and if I'd had enough strength I'd have popped her one with my cane. But I didn't. I simply walked away and sat down.

What happened after that isn't important. I was truthful, not deceitful, not exaggerating my situation and if I hadn't met with my doctor I never would have known about the two surgeries I need and which one I need to have first as soon as possible.

I'm scared about what's happening but I have no worries because God is taking care of me every step of the way.

May God Bless You and Keep You Safe,
Love Amy