A week ago I took Reed to the E.R. He had another episode of SVT, supra ventricular tachycardia, the first two words identify the location in the heart that is out of rhythm, the third means it is beating fast. Reed is not a musician, he is actually tone deaf, but heart rhythm is a required subject for everyone. The first incident happened in Sept. 2021. They rebooted his heart with a med the same way we would a computer, shut it off briefly, and turn it back on. The hand of God was in that whole event because the ensuing examination of his heart revealed that the main artery was 90% blocked, which could have led to a serious heart attack. To prevent that, they inserted a stent through his wrist and put him on a lot of medications, some of which he would have already been on if he had not gone five years without seeing a doctor. He was also instructed to exercise and to eat like the 65 year old he was, not the 25 year old he wished he was.
So this episode of SVT he handled much differently. The 66 year old did not try to finish up at work before going to E.R. and he called me to pick him up instead of driving himself. God handled this episode with the same sovereign shaping of circumstances He has used for ages. Reed woke up that frigid December morning at 5 a.m. with the feeling that either a door was open or the heat was off in one of the hangars. Knowing he would not be able to get back to sleep until he checked, he drove out to work. The doors were fine, but the heater in the office was not working. Because of that when he came to work later that morning, he called Trevor, who handles the owner's facilities, to come look at it with him. So Trevor was with Reed when his heart went out of rhythm and stayed with him until I arrived to get him. God's hand provided someone to be at the hangar when Reed normally would have been alone. And this saved me from a frenzied drive to the airport, trying to monitor him by phone and wondering if he would be able to open the gate to let me in.
This takes us back to the beginning of the story--waiting in the E.R. While I was sitting there, the Lord spoke into my mind, Do you see my hand in this? How could I not? A blind atheist could see God's hand in the circumstances. Besides the above, one of the E.R. nurses was a flight nurse for ALERT and knew Reed. Another of the nurses sometimes experiences SVT himself and suggested a couple natural means for getting a heart back in rhythm, which unfortunately did not work for Reed, but the med did. Although the staff was prompt and professional, both Reed and the atmosphere were calm. I did not for one moment fear that nine months from the day I lost my son, I would also lose my husband. But I could not stop myself from reminding the Lord that he could have saved Tracy. And He answered me, I did. I could not argue with that. He certainly did.
As much as I would have liked to have Tracy around for this blip on the monitor we mortals call a lifespan, what I wanted with every beat of my heart, was for Tracy to be in heaven with the rest of the family for all eternity. God's hand led Tracy faithfully, despite the years of wandering and wondering, to the place where both he and we knew for certain, that Christ had claimed him. That is the saved that matters. Just as the med stopped Reed's heart for a moment to restore it to proper rhythm, the Lord's answer I did, reset my mind to what saved really means. I see it now, Lord, thanks for the hand.
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