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God's mercy is incredible. We all know that, right? Well, apparently God felt I needed another blazing reminder, so He allowed a pretty amazing thing to occur the other day; a story of love and mercy that just begs to be told.
The story started the week before, when my husband was given several prescriptions that needed to be filled at the pharmacy. Attempting the usual drop-off, the pharmacy tech and I realized that the doctor had somehow written down the date to be filled as the year 2012! Confused, (especially since the printed portion showed the year as 2017), the tech realized that she could not fill the prescription due to the incorrect date.
"I'm afraid that these are no good. You'll have to get new ones." Given the busy day I was already having and knowing that this doctor's office was 25 minutes away, I was a tad annoyed.
"Would you be able to call them for the prescription?" I suggested, hopefully.
"I'm sorry, but these prescriptions are for a drug that requires us to have a written prescription from the doctor." She paused, glancing at me with pity, adding, "With the correct date."
I thanked her and left, already dialing up the doctor's office to explain the situation.
Naturally, I had to leave a message.
That message turned into 2 messages, then 3 messages as the week continued. Since my husband would soon be going out of town for a week, the need to fill the prescriptions was becoming urgent and I could no longer wait.
I spent a full day calling repeatedly, and finally the doctor returned my call to say that she could not give me new prescriptions until I had returned the previous ones.
"No problem," I responded.
After hours of fruitless searching in all of the expected places (followed by all of the unexpected places), I continued to come up empty. Stunned, I kept replaying the last time I had seen them, hoping for some sudden recollection that might lead me to their whereabouts. I did remember the thought crossing my mind that I could probably get rid of them since I no longer needed them. However, considering that I save almost everything, I felt that it was highly unlikely that I had tossed them. And when I say toss them, I mean burn them, since in my neck of the woods burning paper products is part of our contribution to recycling. I played that moment in the kitchen over and over in my mind, and always came to the same conclusion: there was no way I had put them into the "burnables" can.
Then where could they be???
I called the doctor and explained that I had not been told to save the prescriptions and could not find them, hoping she would understand and make things right, but again she insisted that she was unable to give me new ones, even though it had been her mistake in the first place.
The reality that my husband would have to go without crucial medication that he needed for his medical conditions for an entire month was almost too much for me to bear.
As I was driving in the car on the way home later that day after speaking to the doctor, real tears of frustration about the injustice that was occurring and the suffering my husband would soon be facing filled my eyes and I cried out to God. I had already approached St. Anthony, begged for God's help, etc. yet I felt lost and extremely worried about the coming weeks.
Then, suddenly, as I prayed, I came to a realization. Although the attempt was there, I was not giving it over to Him - not ALL of it. I was still trying to control the situation, giving anger permission to take over my thoughts and rationale and allowing my pride to rule.
I realized that I was at one of those points when I could make the decision to truly walk the talk. My pride attempted to talk me out of it, but I knew God was calling me to something greater. I was at a spiritual precipice that, if maneuvered correctly, could really extinguish some of the fire in the devil's arsenal.
So, I literally took a deep breath and said out loud, "Lord I trust in You." Not completely sure what to do next, I then prayed the Diving Mercy Chaplet, focusing on trusting in His greater plan and asking for His mercy upon our situation.
After the Chaplet, I felt much calmer. Peace had found its way to my soul and I realized that I really was trusting the Lord and His plan for us. I began to replay those last memories of the when I had the prescriptions still in my possession, still coming to the same conclusion. I knew I had not burned them.
But wait...who says that they had to be burned?
I suddenly remembered waking up that morning to find that not one neighbor's garbage had been picked up, an extremely odd occurrence that virtually never happened. I had been concerned about it, hoping that the truck would finally appear since we needed to clear our very full garbage container.
As I sat remembering this as I drove home, my mouth fell open.
"Are You telling me that it's in the garbage container? Is that why it was never picked up?" I actually questioned out loud.
"No way," I mumbled, and I felt a spark of hope and excitement building.
I pulled into the driveway, astonished to find the garbage container still full and waiting. Trying to act nonchalant, I grabbed the container, pulled it down the drive and began burrowing through the bags. Disappointment set in as I reached the last bag. I had really thought I had figured out God's plan.
I opened that last bag, began my search, then cried out in triumph. Lifting two very soggy prescriptions out of the bag, I praised God for His incredible mercy. How could I have ever doubted?
Today, I picked up my husband's medication, and I can only imagine the pharmacy tech's wariness as she handed it over to the woman with the goofy, knowing grin on the other side of the counter.
Yes, God is merciful. And now I don't have to look any further than my garbage can to remember just how great that mercy is.
May we never doubt His faithfulness!
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