The Wait

"Where is God?" my frustrated daughter texted on our phone. We had been praying with her about a situation, and she was desperate for results. It all started a year-and-a-half ago when her 15-year-old daughter was injured in a four-wheeler accident. God mercifully spared our granddaughter's life in an accident that could have been fatal.

Doctors fixed what could be fixed, but her front teeth could not be replaced until bone grafts and surgery to repair damage to the upper bone were performed. Corrin had had one bone graft already, but after long months of waiting, she had the disappointing news that it had failed. Meanwhile, our little beauty retained her appearance by wearing a "flipper," a temporary arrangement that enabled her to eat and smile her beautiful smile.

Now it was time to go back for another procedure. Recalling the hassles she had had with her insurance company the first time, although they finally agreed to pay, Amy was skeptical that they would cover the second time for the do-over. They do not cover implants, so they did not want to cover the prep work either, although it was vital to her bite with or without implants. Checking almost daily the week before surgery, she got a different answer almost every day: Yes, it was covered. No, it was not. They weren't sure.

Finally, after several positive assurances, her parents checked Corrin into the hospital. Surgery was set for 7:30 a.m. About 10 o'clock I called to see how things were going. A very upset daughter told me the insurance had not been approved. Corrin had been prepped for surgery, in her hospital gown and her long hair wrapped and taped in a turban. (They sent me photos.)

"Have faith!" my husband implored as they sat impatiently waiting for word from the insurance company. That is when she texted back with the aforementioned cryptic message. "Sometimes God shows up at 11:59," Howard encouraged her. We prayed again. By this time they had been waiting more than three hours, and the long-suffering surgeon was upset, also.

God had been so faithful throughout the whole ordeal of the past months, even providing for the implants when the time would come. Surely He would come through for them this time. Corrin was well thought of at her high school where she had just become a senior. Several honors and awards had come her way. Now she Face Time'd her classmates with the shots of her in gown and turban, and the whole cafeteria gave a her a shout-out!

Suddenly the phone sounded again. I looked, and read a single word, "Victory!!" followed by "God showed up at 11:59!" The surgery was on!

She went home the next morning, having had to stay overnight because bone was taken from her hip, creating a double surgery. I plan to go down tomorrow to be with her during recuperation. I'm sure we will be praising God all the way!