Praise the Lord and pass the Benadryl

Well often when we pray we tell the Lord we are putting ourselves in his hands and we are gonna trust him. We pray that he will protect us and we tell him we want it to be his timing not ours. We do this but then when we have the slightest bit of adversity we are prone to belly aching. I caught myself doing this yesterday as we sat in the airport delayed due to weather and eventually having our flight to Ghana cancelled. This left us with no luggage, no flight, no car, no place to spend the night. Needless to say it was a bit irritating. I stopped myself from belly aching when I remembered that I had put this in His hands, and promised to trust Him. So as the evening drug on I began to realize that while these delays were irritating, they were also for the best. As we sat in the airport waiting for a ride we were able to spend several hours with a lady we are traveling with that helps the orphanage we are traveling to. We were able to see new pics of the kids, and they all look to be doing so well. It made me want to be there that much more. We were able to hear her experience of adopting from Ghana. It was a very valuable conversation for us. There were other reasons that it wasn't time for us to go as well. As I sat through the day I noticed that it felt like I had a fat lip, next the bridge of my nose began to swell and feel as if id been punched. I wasn't sure what was going on but took some Benadryl and pushed on. We got a ride and was able to get a room to stay in for the night. The bed felt amazing after laying around in the floor at JFK all day. I was in good spirits going to sleep and ready to face the next day and what it brought. I woke up the next morning immediately knowing something was wrong. I set up and looked at my wife asking if I looked any better, knowing full well I looked alot worse. She shot me a look of horror, and I could tell by her face that it was bad. Over night I had gotten about 3 times worse and developed blisters along the inside of my mouth, no it wasn't from laying in the floor at JFK. I got on the Internet and looked up the side effects of the preventative malaria medicine I was taking. It said to seek immediate medical attention if you have swelling of the lips and face. I also said that there is a risk of the throat swelling shut. So we called a taxi and off to the ER. As I walked in the nurse asked me with a look of horror, "what seems to be the problem?" I calmly told her I didn't use to look like this. I'm not sure she could appreciate Southwest Missouri humor. They got me in a room and put an IV in gave me some meds and sent me on my way. As I left and went back to the room, I began to think about how His hand was on me the whole way. First off had we took off last night, I woulda rolled into the orphanage looking like a Klingon and the freaking all the kids out. Secondly had I looked up the side effects last night I most likely woulda spent the night in the ER. This woulda left us even more tired than we've been. Lastly, I very well could have had my throat swell shut while I slept, but He was watching over me. Everything worked out to his perfect timing, and tomorrow we head to Ghana rested, correctly medicated, and more excited that ever to meet our child for the very first time. God is definitely good all the time, even when our attitudes aren't.