Mushy-Gushy Stuff

So, those of you who know me knew that it wouldn't take long for me to write some mushy-gushy blog about my husband (yes, I said mushy-gushy...get over it). Anyway...regrouping. My husband is the most amazing person I have ever met. He never ceases to amaze me and he still gives me that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling when he is being completely adorable.

I don't want to run the risk of losing you with stories about his swooning, so I'll just give you one example. We had a date night months ago and decided to try a place we had never been. The hostess explained that we could take a little table in the corner or wait over an hour for a better table. We decided to take the corner table and it was perfectly fine. It was set away from the rest of the patrons, but I didn't mind. I thought it was kind of romantic and secluded. Drew, however, looked a little disappointed. I asked him if he disliked the table and he said, "It's fine. I just wish we were around more people so that I could show you off." (Butterflies, butterflies!)

Well, now he has REALLY outdone himself. My dad was put on dialysis over a year ago. His kidneys were functioning at about 9% at that time. Because of his hours at work, my dad had to do in-home dialysis. So, for over a year, my dad has hooked up to the dialysis machine for 9 hours every single day. He works 12 hour shifts, so you can imagine this has negatively impacted his life in a major way.

Months ago, some of my family decided to test to become a kidney donor for my dad. In case you didn't know...I'm a planner. I plan out everything and I live a very solution-based life. If there is a problem, I try not to dwell on the issue, but instead focus on how to fix it. My plan was to be a perfect match, give my dad a kidney, and move on. Easy as that, right? Well, my plan didn't work. I was kicked out of the running very early. It seems that I have high blood pressure (which is also what caused my father's kidney failure), so I was finished. Without even the prick of a needle, I was out. My plan didn't work and I HATE when my plans do not work.

I didn't ask Drew to test to become a donor. He just took it upon himself because that is how he is. He called and requested the info packet, mailed in his paperwork, set up all of his tests, and even hounded the donor center religiously as he waited for results. I never really thought it through completely because I guess I just thought that he wouldn't be a match. Well, I was wrong. This time I didn't have a plan...but as always, God did!

We found out this week that Drew is a match. It looks like the surgery will take place in late-May or early-June of this year. Needless to say, we are all ecstatic. Drew acts like it is not a big deal at all. I think he truly believes that anyone in this situation would do the same thing. I beg to differ. He astounds me with his love and generosity.

Despite my planning capabilities, I never fully entertained the thought that Drew would be a match and that this was all going to work out so perfectly. Finding out that Drew is a match is bittersweet for me. I am not looking forward to the day when I have to leave my father and my husband in the hands of a surgeon. I have faith that they will be fine and that this is all meant to be at this moment in our lives.

I'm always looking for people to take the planning off my plate. Who is going to plan the next camping trip? Who is going to plan the holidays? Did anyone plan something for an upcoming birthday? But the one person who can REALLY plan is God. For some reason, I refuse to let Him do the planning. Lesson learned: God's plan is always going to be bigger and better than anything I can devise.

My prayer is that I will work harder to trust in His plan and that I will see His work in the little and big details of my life.


As always, thanks for listening!