Did I trust God’s plan for the life of my child with disabilities?

That’s a question I’ve been mulling over since our South Dakota camping vacation ended with a surprising twist. The twist being that my husband Hiram testing positive for Covid two days before we were to head home with our camper in tow.

We were almost 700 miles from home.
Hiram had chills, a fever, body aches, congestion, extreme fatigue, and brain fog.

My towing-a-camper-behind-a-big-truck skills were abysmal.

The forecast was for 100+ temperatures on the way home.

My chances of contracting Covid were high. Very high. Very, very high.

It wasn’t safe for me to drive home under those conditions.

My MO in stressful situations is to freak out. This time I didn’t. Instead, I listened to the still small voice in my head.

“You are not alone,” it said.
“I have prepared a way to get you home.”

“You tend to what you can do, while I do the other stuff.”

What did I tend to?

First, I called our daughter Anne and her husband Kailen—we live in an intergenerational home with them—about our dilemma. Next, I went to the drugstore and bought N-95 masks and a big bottle of hand sanitizer. After that, I located a nearby Urgent Care Clinic so my husband and I could arrive there early the next morning.

Then my daughter called and said, “Kailen will get you home. We’ll figure it out. You take care of Dad.”

To read the rest of Did I Trust God’s Plan for the Life of My Child with Disabilities?, visit the Key Ministry website.

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