Oh. My. Goodness.

Today was such a crazy day. In fact, this week has been just downright crazy. CRAZY!!!
Sunday, while leaving church, I went to open Madilyn's car door and the handle went "pop." Now, it's broken. Who breaks their car door handle? THIS GIRL DOES.
Tuesday morning, we noticed that part of our ceiling in the dining room was bubbling and falling off...we scraped the paint off the ceiling, not knowing why it was bubbling because we don't have any pipes in that part of our home. Turns out, Madilyn's humidifier had slowly emptied the whole gallon of water down her bookshelf and soaked through the upstairs wood floors...hence making it's way to the dining room ceiling. And, I had to throw away about 30 of Madilyn's favorite books. They were soaked and beyond repair.
Cue Wednesday. We had MOPS today. I definitely look forward to our MOPS time, but I was running late. I was a little cranky trying to get out the door. I turned on worship music in the car. Madilyn, being the little sweetie that she is, said, "Mommy, they're talking about Jesus." I said, "Yes, honey. They are. We worship Jesus. Jesus lives inside Mommy and Daddy's hearts, but He doesn't live in your heart because you haven't asked him yet. It's like inviting a friend over to play. They want to come to your house, but you have to invite them in." Right on target, Madilyn says, "Dear Jesus. Please come to my house and play. Please live in my heart forever. Amen." PRECIOUS! I actually remember asking Jesus into my heart when I was 3, and I remember it being the day that I wanted to serve Him and I've stuck with it. So, I'm not doubting that a 3-year old could comprehend a decision like that. I know she meant it. It will take time for her to figure out the rest of the story, but for today, Madilyn knows what she knows about Jesus, and she wants Him in HER heart :) Melt my heart. Absolutely the best decision ever.
Then, after we arrived at MOPS, I dropped Madilyn off at her class and went to sit down and enjoy my breakfast with all the wonderful ladies of my table. I was super hungry and couldn't wait to eat the yummy potluck. Ooops, I saw that I missed Cameron's phone call. He had gone to the Dr. today to get his blood pressure checked after a month of dieting and exercising. I hoped to hear good news.
I called Cameron, and he said, "My blood pressure is still high. He wants to put me on a different blood pressure medication." Okay, I can handle that. Then, "And, I've been having irregular heart rhythms, so he wants me to get an EKG this morning before I go to class at noon, and my Jeep died at Dr. Peterson's office, so I can't get to the hospital." Oh. My. Goodness.
So, I left MOPS after 10 minutes. Poor Madilyn. She just wanted to stay at church, but somehow it just seemed right to me to have her with me. I was seriously freaking out. I just want Cameron to be healthy, and I just want us to make it through med school with a Jeep that works. I just wanted to eat breakfast and have a few quiet moments with the girls. Ugh. I cried. I cried for like probably 2 hours. I cried my eyes out.
We waited for the mechanic to tow the Jeep, and then we drove to the hospital to wait while Cameron had his EKG. Madilyn and I checked out the vending machines since I'd skipped breakfast and it was almost lunch. Madilyn told the muslim lady in the waiting room, "We sing for Jesus. Jesus loves us. We learn about Jesus at my church." Bold faith. Unashamed. I know why Jesus said we should all have the faith of a child. Amazing.
Turns out, Cameron's heart rhythms checked out great at the very moment they were monitored. If he continues to have irregularity, they will most likely attach a 24-hour heart monitor to his ankle so they can record what it going on. We are believing that he is healed, whole and well. He will take his new blood pressure meds in hopes that this will bring down his blood pressure, and he will continue to diet and exercise.
Dear Lord, help me to rely on YOU for peace when all else is shaken. I'm exhausted from today, but I'm very very thankful. Health and family are more important than material things. I don't know what's wrong with the Jeep, and right now I don't care. I'm so happy my sweet Cameron is okay. These are precious moments, folks.