This morning, I learned that, effective immediately, the hospital we were planning to take our children to for bone marrow transplants is no longer an “in-network provider” for our insurance. What??
I don’t fully know what this means, but it feels overwhelming beyond words. As I hung up the phone with the insurance company, I was discouraged by the news and uncertain of the way forward. In that moment, my eyes were drawn to a sign hanging on the door to our barn. I literally do not know where the sign came from and have never seen it before, but I will receive it as a gift and a reminder of a truth greater than today’s disappointment.
Psalm 18 says:
I love you, O LORD, my strength… The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised, and I am saved from my enemies. The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of destruction assailed me; the cords of Sheol entangled me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called upon the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry to him reached his ears.
God alone is our strength, our refuge and provider. He is not surprised or limited by our “insurance” troubles. He is the one who hears our cries for help.
I believe He sees the mountains in front of our feet that seem insurmountable to us. We will keep asking Him to either move them or to give us the courage, strength, and wisdom to climb the mountains!
UPDATE: On the same night that I wrote this piece, insurance wrote back to say that UCLA Medical Center is still within our coverage! Grateful.