God In The Midst of The “Fire”
Twenty years ago to the day our lives were shaken, our faith stretched yet our confidence in God grew.
The phone rang, it was my husband Troy. His voice was distant and urgent! He had run his hand through the table saw and needed help! I was bathing our young daughters–at best it would take a minimum of half an hour to reach him.
I hung up the phone while praying my heart out, then dialed my parents and relayed the message. My father was at Troy’s side within minutes.
As soon as possible I rushed to the hospital. Tears stung my eyes as I glanced at his mangled hand. The saw had not spared one finger of his right hand including his thumb. The only thing keeping his fingers from completely being severed was a thin flap of skin. I was sick, I wanted to puke. Within a couple hours he was on a jet headed to a large center where he could get specialized care.
I returned home in shock. That evening I received a phone call from the surgeon. He told me Troy’s hand looked as though a grenade had gone off in it. The knuckles resembled Rice Krispies. He said he had done his best to pack them back where his knuckles should have been. He warned me Troy would need more surgeries and was expected to lose at least one finger.
What would happen to us? We had recently built a house which had drained us of every last penny. I was a stay-at-home Mom and now my husband would be unable to work in our cabinet shop. Where was God? He could have prevented the accident.
I lay in the dark, reflecting on the days events. Although at a glance God appeared to be absent, I knew in my heart He was there.
At that time, the only form of communication had been a land based telephone. Troy had managed to knock off the receiver with his elbow, then with his baby finger on his good hand press the preset number for home. He had yelled into the receiver but was unable to hang up the phone. Normally this would have kept the line open and prevented me from calling my parents, but I WAS ABLE. God was there!
When the doctor called for a medevac he was told a jet was on its way to pick up another patient. Not only did help come faster, the cost for the flight was shared. God was there!
The word spread quickly. Friends and family rallied and paid the plane fair for me and our girls to fly to where my husband was. For the next four months food and money arrived just when we needed it most. Not one bill was skipped and all our needs were met! God was there!
Once the cast was removed and therapy started, my father faithfully went to work with Troy being his extra set of hands while he relearned how to do things. Although Troy lost his knuckles preventing him from being able to bend his fingers, he never lost his fingers and no additional surgeries were needed. Eventually most of the feeling returned! God was there!
The Canadian Government provided him a special lift for the big sheets of plywood and also a grant for a drilling machine. When all was said and done he ended up with a more efficient way of doing things in the shop and production time had decreased significantly. God was there!
Satan meant it for harm but God in His Providence over-ruled it for good. This experience would be the first in a string of many proving that God knows best.
If God kept us in a bubble, — free from all heartache and trouble, how would we learn to depend on Him? No parent would keep their child confined preventing them from learning to walk to protect them from falling. No, our Heavenly Father sees the big picture, its during times of hardship that we grow. Like a parent teaching their child to walk He never abandons us. For God is there!
“When you go through deep water, I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. When you walk through the fire of oppression, you will not be burned up; The flames will not consume you. For I am the Lord, your God… you are precious to me. You are honored, and I love you. Do not be afraid, for I am with you…” Isaiah 43:1-4 NLT