A year ago I sat in the sterile office of a specialist.
He told me tests I had taken revealed 80% of the hearing in my right ear was lost.
A silent virus had infiltrated.
A mistake at the urgent care meant weeks wasted on medication that never could have cured me. Time had been of the essence.
I was faced with the looming possibility of a lifetime of asking others to repeat their words.
In the midst of the tears I chuckled at God’s timing. No sooner had he given me six girls then he had rid me of my ability to hear them clearly!
I left with a high dose of steroids and a reality check.
Ten days later I returned and was told what I had already known to be true. The medication had worked and my hearing was “mostly” restored.
Leaving giddy, tucking away the specialists final warning- I would forever be prone to these types of inner ear infections. If left untreated the ear would go deaf.
Too many times to count during the previous months have I grown anxious.
When the ringing begins, when the world feels like it exists in a tunnel, I ponder the purpose of two ears.
I immediately feel selfish for fearing the possibility of such an insignificant inconvenience.
Such is the story of my life.
There is safety in the fear. Who am I without the worry?
Yet he calls me closer to the edge. He provides the possibility of the unexpected.
So I shall learn to trust in the timing of those things small and those things big.
And when he takes the moments to teach me, to lift me from my comfortable existence, it is then I will learn to fall completely into his arms.
