Ear tubes and faith

"Jared, look over here. Look at Pooh! Good!" The woman waves wildly to
capture the baby's attention through the window and repeats the test on
the other side.

Jared's mother sits holding him in her lap amazed that there a way to test the
hearing of a 1-year-old boy who doesn't talk much. Jared laughs
energetically as he sees the clown light on on the right side of the
sound booth.

"Well, he has a 30 percent hearing loss," the woman says after completing the test.

Really, his mom had known on the drive over to the office that ear tubes were
pretty much a given. Her mind racing, she forced herself to think of
her good friend, Anna.

Anna knew before she did that Jared was a likely candidate for tubes, and now she was grateful to have been somewhat prepared. Anna's reassurance echoed in her mind as she asked what the next step was.

Oblivious, Jared walked around happily looking for stuff he could get his chubby little hands into. His blue eyes danced with mischief as he darted out of the room.

Wishing yet again that she had demanded her husband accompany her, she dashed
after Jared, who was already peaking into one of the exam rooms.
Sensing her proximity, he squealed and took off running again.

Her own mom had cried when she told her about the tubes, but she had not.
Focusing inward, she realized that God would take care of her baby. A
resident worrier, she often worries about things she could attempt to
control, like how to disciple her two boys or how to encourage Jared to
stop hitting his older brother, Jacob.

Medical things were simply out-of-her hands. She often found herself spacing out the specifics of medical things. She trusted that God would provide capable doctors
for her family, and he always had. It seemed easy to have faith in God
when it came to her family members, so she again wondered why she
insisted on fighting Him at every turn when he was dealing directly
with her.