Humility

It all started about 2 weeks ago. During our evening prayers, Dustin asked for humility so that "we may realize what is important in our lives". After the prayer was over I immediately scolded him for praying for such a thing. I know it's not a bad thing to pray for, but I'm just not one of those people who purposely pray for trials to be given to me. I said, "I hope something bad isn't going to happen now" and went to bed.

The next day Dustin was ran off the road while merging onto the 101 freeway. He remarkably survived unscathed. He didn't hit anyone, but we did have to replace 2 tires. I'm so thankful that Dustin knows how to drive well, because I know I probably would have died in that same situation. The car almost skidded into traffic, but he was able to pull out of it and pull onto the side of the road- where there is a cliff. I shudder to think of what would have happened if he hadn't managed to pull out of the skid.

I thanked the Lord for sparing my husband and teaching me my lesson in humility.

About a week later, we noticed a very strange spot had appeared on Dustin's leg.

Now I'm no expert, but I know that if a dark mass appears out of nowhere on your body- you need to get that checked out.  We tried to ignore the problem for about a week and just watch for improvement.  When none came, I scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist.

It's amazing how something so small can be so scary.  What if this was cancerous?  What if it was fatal?  What would I do without my husband?  Have we prepared for such a situation?  It was hard not to imagine the worst, but I did. 

Were we overreacting a little?  Probably.  But I think this is how the Lord wanted us to react.  Over the next few days we were more patient with one another, held each other a little closer, and spent a lot of time just being together.  It's amazing how the unknown can make you realize just how important family is.  Nothing else matters.

This morning we went to the dermatologist.  I was so nervous I hardly slept last night. 

We arrived at the dermatologist at 10:00, saw the doctor at 10:30 and left at 10:35.  She took one look at the mark, said it was completely benign but we did the right thing by coming in and sent us on our way.  I was completely relieved (and a little irked because we just paid $40 for 5 minutes of time).

So folks, the moral of this story is to love your family and be grateful for what you have, because you never know when your life could change.  I am so grateful for my amazing husband.  I love him so much and I don't know what I would do without him.  I am SO GRATEFUL that nothing is wrong with my husband, and I am thankful for what this week has taught me.  Even though life may be hard sometimes, in the end all that really matters are those that you love.



In happier news-  Sherice is having her baby as I type this!  I will be an Aunt again soon!