I made it to Kentucky Clinic today. That's where I used to have my primary care. Yesterday I was soooo blessed to have called. I was hoping I'd be able to convince my former caregiver to prescribe me antibiotic eye drops without coming in, only to find that drat! I had to go in. But I didn't have enough money. That's when the triage nurse told me they had a financial assistance program. She asked me to come in first thing this morning and see a specialist about it.
I'm sooooo glad I did. I thought the program was a payment plan for a single visit, but it turns out I qualify to get regular medical care and pay only a $20 deductible. Can you say, "Hallelujah!?" I can, and I did! This eases a tremendous burden on me. I'm so thankful to the Lord. A few days ago, I read that miracles often happen in ways you don't expect. I'd gotten so discouraged about all this, but it turns out grace was present and active. Turns out grace is always present and active, despite all evidence to the contrary, maybe especially when there's all evidence to the contrary. I didn't get instantly healed from pink eye, but pink eye became the vehicle for me to receive some form of health insurance.
Why is it so easy for me to forgot God's great love? If we ask our good Father for bread, we aren't going get more rocks than Charlie Brown did trick-or-treating. I think it's time for this lil' complainer to start a gratitude journal to help me remember not only the blessings I can see, but when my faith bulb grows dim as it so often does when I'm buffeted by challenges in every direction, to recount the blessings and graces I've already experienced.
There's so much on my mind. I want to tell you so many things. One post at a time. For now, pink eye ointment, and a little rest after a looooooong, sleepless night. Thank God it's Friday, even though I so agreed to work all weekend to make up for the days I missed. I'm happy you're still on the journey with me, and do have a lovely weekend.