During my quiet time, I thanked God for keeping me healthy and injury-free.
My salary is just above minimum wage, so I can’t afford health insurance and haven’t seen my primary care physician in two years.
Less than six hours after my prayer, I fractured my right pinky finger—my dominant hand. I almost passed out from the pain. Who knew that a tiny bone could hurt so much? My finger immediately swelled and bruised. I knew if I went to an urgent care center, I’d have to pay for medical treatment. They’d take x-rays, then apply a splint. What else is there to do for a broken finger?
I went to Wal-Mart and bought a splint and tape for $4.71, which God provided. Earlier that day, I’d been slipped a $20 bill by a friend. Had God not led that woman to give me money, I wouldn’t have had any funds to purchase the splint and tape.
My response to God for allowing me to break my finger was not what it should have been. I was angry. Disappointed. He knows my situation. I’m a caregiver for an elderly woman, and God knows I can’t miss work—no work, no pay. I told Him He had failed me. Right after I’d thanked Him for keeping me unhurt. I felt as if He had slapped me in the face.
The following morning, I awoke with a childhood song in my head, “God Is So Good.” I told God that song was wrong. He had not been good to me. It kept playing and made me examine the situation from a different perspective. If I had to break a bone, breaking a pinky bone was probably the best bone to break.
God knew I’d break my finger—nothing surprises Him. He arranged the situation so I could take care of myself and continue to work. He paid for my supplies.
Life is hard. There are trials and tribulations. Jesus said to expect them. He also said He would never leave us nor forsake us. He was with me before I fractured my finger. He was with me while it healed. He will always be with me. Forever. His promise.
Never doubt God’s promise that He is good.
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Jann Butts was born in Casablanca, Morocco, and grew up as an Air Force brat. She accepted Christ as her Savior at six years of age. The past fifty years have seen mountains and valleys in her relationship with God. Though the valleys have been deep, the mountains have been higher. She has experienced physical and mental health issues for many years. Even when she didn’t feel God’s presence—and accused Him of abandoning her—she always knew He was there. It was only through God’s never-ending mercy, grace, patience, and forgiveness that she survived. Jan writes the Giggles (humor) articles for Sherry Carter’s monthly newsletters and has written the discussion questions for several of Ann Tatlock’s novels.