Wow, it has been a crazy couple of weeks. I was thinking that once my boys returned to school after winter break that my life would slow down. I daydreamed of time alone, peaceful and relaxing. In the back of my mind, however, I knew that Ben, my 15 year old, was having dental surgery just a week after the winter break ended. So I was mentally preparing myself for that – knowing that I would need to help him walk through the pain and suffering involved with oral surgery.
He was having this surgery because his two eye teeth went horizontal instead of coming in vertically. The plan was for the surgeon to go in and open up the area where the teeth were, glue a wire to them, so that the orthodontist could pull them into the correct position (over the course of the next year). We had put the surgery off for awhile because we knew the procedure, and the recovery, would be difficult. Ben had been dreading it for some time.
Then four days before surgery, Ben rolled his ankle during his high school basketball practice, while shooting a lay-up. When I picked him up at school that night he was in enormous pain. At our pediatrician’s office the next day, we found out that he had broken his ankle, the growth plate in his leg had separated, and that a piece of bone had actually chipped off of his ankle. So here in the midst of preparing for surgery, we now faced a whole new crisis. Against the advice of the doctors, we went ahead with Ben’s surgery as planned. This was Ben’s desire.
Immediately after the surgery, the nurse informed us that one of the teeth was very high up in the roof of Ben’s mouth and he would be in quite a bit of pain for several days. That was an understatement.
Does anything hurt worse than seeing your child suffer? Without going into a lot details (which would embarrass my son), he was bleeding out his nose, bleeding in his mouth, vomiting, and moaning. His ankle was still swollen, bruised, and he couldn’t put any weight on it. He was miserable. He had to give up his two favorite things: basketball and eating.
Sometimes Christians go through “Job-like” experiences. As I watched Ben suffer over the course of the next two weeks, I realized (and accepted) the fact that God let Ben break his leg four days before surgery. God could have prevented it and He chose not to. I embraced the fact that God had things to teach Ben, and me, through this crisis in our family.
In all honesty, at this point, I don’t have any idea what I’m supposed to learn, except for one simple truth: I can trust Him. In the good times, in the bad times, I can trust Him. I am choosing to rest securely in my God, knowing that He is involved in every detail of our lives. He loves us, He watches over us, and He protects us.
“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, ‘My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust.’” Psalm 91