Wow

Everyone knows we've been through a rough patch lately.  Adam and I were talking about it the other night.  I said "It's been a rough three months.."  He said, "You mean six."  To which I replied, "No, we only found out about the brain tumor three months ago."  He answered, "No, I've been feeling crappy for six months."  I was surprised at that, "What do you mean?"  He said, "I was having the headaches for three months before they diagnosed it.  But who keeps having headaches and automatically thinks brain tumor??"  I replied, "Lots of people.  Lots of people who have constant headaches start thinking brain tumor."  Seriously.  Only someone who's been through as much crap as he has would think that way.  (Love you honey.)

Part of the deal of going through all this is that he's had a few priesthood blessings.  The first one was before the diagnosis which I detailed in the post where I told all about being diagnosed.  We knew Adam was going to be okay.  I have to admit that I didn't doubt that.  I did worry about exactly what the Lord meant by 'okay' but I didn't worry that he would die.  When we had to rush back to Portland due to complications, Adam got another blessing.  Again, he was told to trust the doctors. (which he often counters with "Well, which doctors.  They all said different things.")  He was also promised that the Lord would take care of us financially.  (Funny story about that... During the blessing, which was fairly detailed, all kinds of things were covered and I actually had the thought, "Well, ya forgot about the financial part...."  and immediately afterward Reece started talking about the finances.  Will I ever learn...)  When we were promised that things would be fine financially, I believe it but I certainly didn't expect anything extravagant.  I expected that our needs would be met but that's pretty much it.  And they certainly have been.  I cannot believe how much further our money is stretching.  The paycheck Adam got the week of the brain tumor surgery lasted us an entire month.  I still don't know how that's possible.  People from church keeping trying to do things to help us and when we tell them that we really are doing fine, they don't believe us.  (We have joked that maybe we should make something up because we feel bad when they feel bad that they can't help.)  Just last night I got a phone call asking if they could help us out with our Christmas.  When I told them that we didn't need it and in fact, I had most of our Christmas shopping finished, they were shocked.  They asked me how and I told them, very honestly, that I didn't know but that somehow it all just worked and that we are incredibly blessed.  I don't understand it, I just know that it's working that way. 

Well, today we experienced a Christmas miracle.  When I checked the mail, there was a check from the short-term disability company.  I thought for sure it was an error so I sent Adam a text.  He agreed that it must be a mistake.  I was just going to ignore it because if you cash them and you weren't supposed to have it, you have to pay it all back, which I didn't want to do.  I decided on a whim to call them and find out why we had received it.  The lady that I talked to couldn't understand why I was doubting.  She very politely informed me that even though he's been working full-time, he still gets some benefits because he has been on "light duty" restrictions and it had taken a while for them to receive all the necessary information from Adam's employer so this check was to catch-up everything they owed us.  She assured me that it had been checked by two people and was correct. 

I guess the moral of the story for me is that when the Lord promises you something, you better believe it.  When He says that He will open up the windows of heaven and pour out blessings, He really will.  We are just so incredibly blessed.