Critical. Care.

This weekend our family was faced with quite a scary turn of events. We had just reached the 26 week milestone in our pregnancy. I started having some really bad contractions and was in a lot of pain. I had called my doctors office and was following their instructions but my pain level nor symptoms were decreasing. We decided to go to the hospital. The hospital we had chosen ahead of time was not equipped to give the level of care we were going to need. In a matter of seconds we went from being a situation the staff felt capable of handling to being a trauma they were in no way shape or form prepared to handle. In those brief seconds I felt as if I had been heaved up into the air unsure of who was going to catch me on the way back down. Our nurse quickly left the room, with the words we are going to transport you to a hospital that is equipped to handle babies born at 26 weeks. We were too much to handle. Once the transport team arrived in our room there was a sense of calm that came with them. We were no longer too much to handle, we were the norm. There was no hurriedness, no unsureness,  no panic. Just calm. They had the training and equipment to take care of us just fine. We were transported to a hospital with a NICU that was capable of handling a 26 week old baby. Upon arriving at the hospital they already had a treatment plan prepared for us. Our situation didn't scare the staff at this hospital. They brought us reassurance with their actions and with their words. It was going to be OK. Rough? Sure, but they had it handled. They started us on the treatment plan and were able to stop contractions completely. We are currently still on bedrest at the hospital and while I sit here and mull over the events God brought some stuff to my attention.

We, as followers of Christ, are called to be the hospital to the world. Not just any hospital though. We are called to handle the scariest of circumstances.  See we don't have any excuses like we are lacking the training, after all Gods wisdom is immediately accessed through prayer. We cant use the excuse of we don't have the tools, we are after all, children of Jehovah-Jireh the God who provides, Jehovah-Rapha the God who heals. We have no excuse. The next time someone comes to you at a critical point in their life don't freak out. God equipped you to handle this.  Critical is the state in which abrupt change for better or worse can be expected. How many times has someone come to you with their lives a mess and you feel ill equipped to handle it? In that moment you are heaving that person up in the air. Instead, take a moment to pray, ask God what he wants you to do for them, and instead of chaos bring calm. In that moment where critical care is needed be there to help change their life for the better.  The confidence for these moments is found in the alone times you spend with God. Let him equip you for the mess way ahead of time. There isn't ANYTHING you can't handle with God over you. There isn't anything that is too much for you to handle with God beside you. When someone comes to you with their hurts, their mess, their trauma, don't have them up in the air confused on what to do. Wrap your arms around them and confidently assure them that God has everything within His control. Be Critical Care. Change A Life.

To the staff at Presbyterian St. Luke's Hospital and Air Life Denver, THANK YOU. Thank you for being prepared for our family long before you ever met us. Thank you for not being overwhelemed by our circumstances. Every wise choice you made, every joke you told, every kind gesture you did, did not go unnoticed. It brought healing to our family and hope to our future. Thank you for being #CriticalCare.