Being brave.

Okay, so I'm being brave even writing this knowing that there are menfolk out there reading my blog. So men, feel free and released and even encouraged NOT to continue reading this. But in case it's too much to resist I will try and "edit" this portion. But really you don't want to hear about this.

I had a women's appt. You know what I mean ladies. That special yearly exam where you get to feel like someone is checking you out as if you were a Buick. What's going on in there? Awkward. Doubly awkward since I don't know the medical profession up here and I have to choose someone that's on our insurance. I was a good girl and made the appointment without any prompting. No one reminded me or encouraged me, etc. I just called and set up the appt. Here's the deal... no female doctors in the whole practice. Yikes. Honestly the only guy I want touching me is my husband. I really miss my midwife in VA. Debbie was the best. So here I am thinking some random male is going to be checking my body way out... aaaggghh.

Mike prayed with me several times. Encouraging me. Comforting me. He's so loving. so today I went and I brought my knitting with me. I knit in the waiting room. I knit in that oh so comfortable and fashionable "gown" and sheet they give. And to my relief a beautiful Japanese woman walks in... and it's she that does my exams! I was so happy to have a female doctor. She smiled when she saw me knititng and commented on my efficiency of using my time. I told her it's a nice way to make use of my time and also was honest and said, "it helps me keep from getting too nervous". She laughed. In fact it was funny I kept her laughing throughout our time together, which is pretty impressive when you consider the types of "exams" I was receiving.

Mike took me out to lunch at chick-fil-a (one of my favorite treats) as a prize for being such a good, big girl. I even got an oreo milkshake :) He had taken me to the doctors and took the kids to Target during my exam. He also had bought me a Target gift card as an award. Forget cookies or stickers, I get fun prizes!

So doing something like this may not mean anything big to you but I was fighting panic attacks all morning and the whole way over to the medical practice. And the moment I got in the elevator I was flooded with peace. I trusted God. He heard my pleas. He answered my prayers (for a female doctor) and showed kindness to me.

We serve a good God. Who is faithful in small things and big things, who even cares about womanly exams...
By the way, my blood pressure was great.