He's in the details

In times where I am sure I am wound as tightly as I can be, I am amazed at the whisperings of peace I receive. One happened about a week ago when I had a consultation with Kayla's urologist. After he told me that she could have surgery and I teared up with relief, I was sent to get the appointment with the secretary. After a little work, she was able to procure the 7th of June. My initial reaction was to panic. We had plane tickets to meet Steve in Ohio for May 30th. What would I do? Then a quiet sense of peace filled me. I am able to recognize this as foreign to my nature right away and see it as what it is: someone who loves me and Kayla more than I can imagine. It was as if someone's warm hand was on my shoulder and an assurance that my plans would still work filled me. This would mean that someone scheduled for surgery would have to cancel his/her appointment. I went home with a sense of gratitude. The days went by. I began to doubt my initial feelings. My dad changed the flights at my request for June 15th. Two days ago, as I was picking Cole up from school, a nurse from Primary Children's called and asked me if I would like to take the spot that had just opened for Wednesday, the 26th. I said, "Yes!" and thanked her several times. My sweet dad was able to change our flights back to the 30th with no penalties.
I hope that I can have enough faith the next time to be patient when I feel a prompting. What a miracle! We miss Steve and the thought of two extra weeks without him had left me feeling overwhelmed and panicky.
I am so grateful that my Father has heard my prayers and granted me peace. Some people have the gift of a calm spirit from birth. I think Glen and my dad do. Steve and my boys do, too. When I feel calm, I know it isn't something I have achieved by myself; it is pretty obvious who it is from.