God is my refuge and strength

The last few weeks have been trying and stressful at the Wolfe home. God knows what is best, we do not. He understands the whole picture, and we can only see what is right in front of our faces. Even when we go along with him kicking and screaming, and none of it makes sense in our little minds- we just have to trust and rely on His strength. That is where I am right now.

Two weeks ago, Kevin was diagnosed with an abscess that was also staph infected. To further complicate and make the situation even more stressful, our doctor thought there was a 98% chance it was MRSA. As soon as Kevin called me after his doctor appointment to report his diagnosis I began spending hours researching staph infection and MRSA: administering herbs, vitamins, topical ointments, and of course his prescribed antibiotic, scrubbing the house, keeping Titus fairly far away from Kevin, taking every crazy precaution I could, and praying for God’s healing hand to cover our family. Based on my research and our doctor’s professional opinion things did not look positive. However, God is God and we are praising Him that Kevin is healthy, avoided a hospital stay, and is no longer infectious. What a mighty God we serve!

Also, during the same week our license plate was stolen off of our car. Seriously?!? It was stolen right in front of where we live. After filing a police report, dealing with paperwork, hoopla at the DMV we still do not have a license plate.

Two days ago Titus and I went to visit my parents (in the car without the license plate) we had a wonderful time. We had one last stop and then my parents and I departed ways; them south and Titus and me north. I was on the overpass waiting for oncoming traffic to clear so I could turn on to the highway, when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw a car coming up behind me way too quickly. I braced myself for what I knew was coming and then felt the impact. Titus cried the most horrific guttural scream, one I’ve NEVER heard from him before, and one that I hope and pray I NEVER hear again. I saw his pacifier fly past my head, bounce off the front windshield, and land somewhere behind me. The world stopped. The only thing I cared about was to get to Titus. I had to stop and make myself remember how to put the car in park. People were screaming, “Are you okay?”, I don’t know, I don’t care, I just wanted to get to Titus. I fumbled for my phone to called my dad, “Get back here NOW, we’ve been rear-ended”. I finally managed to get Titus out of his car seat and checked him head to toe. He looked all right, just scared. All I could do was hold him, try not to shake and cry and thank God he seemed to be okay. All the while, trying not to let my brain think about what might have been...

Once Titus was calmed down some, I was able to check on the woman who hit us, and look at the damage done to the car. She was upset, crying and 31 weeks pregnant. I reassured her we seemed to be fine, but she needed to sit down, try to relax and care for her unborn child. It was an accident, cars are fixable or replaceable, people are not.

Dad and Mom arrived, helped me hold Titus, deal with the highway patrol and EMT wait for all the paperwork to be filed, unload my car and then drove us home. Thankfully, they had a car seat in their minivan since ours is now deemed unsafe and must be replaced. They drove us home to be united with Kevin. It was so good to be home and hold my baby close knowing that God's mighty hand of protection had sheltered us.

For now we sit and wait on insurance companies to fix our car or total it, go to doctor's appointments, wait for all the red tape to dissipate, function as a one car family again, and trust God to once again work through all the details.

"God is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1