Grace in a Mistake

Yesterday I got a phone call from one of the professionals that we are taking Buddy to to get some help in dealing with his sensory processing disorder.  It was about a charge for a detailed response that they are sending our way.  Our benefits for Buddy are already dried up because of the rates, so this payment was going to be all out of pocket.  As far as we are concerned, any amount of money is worth the help that Buddy needs to live a successful life. The trouble is, though, our budget is kinda tight, and we were going to have to rearrange some of our budget columns in order to find the monies to pay this charge. 

I prayed about it. I wasn't too thrilled that we'd have to spend the money on the report, but I was willing to do it if we had to. 

When I told S about it, he was kind of flabbergasted. WHY were we charged? We didn't know that this report was going to cost more than the original assessment. He was concerned enough about it, that he called and asked about the charge. 

He got some answers, but our professional was going to check into a few things to see where the miscommunication happened, and whether or not it was ours or her fault.  We hadn't intended on her changing anything for us, it was more of a call to clarify things for the future.  We left it alone.

This morning, I got an email from our professional and it had all of her costs and everything. Sure enough, there it was in black and white that there would be charges that we would have to pay for. Shoot!  Off I go to rearrange our budget....

Then I got a phone call.  She had realized that she had not sent us all of the program costs prior to us coming in for the assessment or even the writing of the report. She apologized and reversed the charge!!

This was particularly meaningful to me because I've been struggling with figuring out how we're going to actually get Buddy the help he needs from the people who understand him because each one is super expensive. I really want to trust God with it, but I'm finding it so very hard when we have therapy materials to buy, appointments to pay for, and time off work to add insult to injury.  The thing is, God knows. God sees. God is good. I really believe that even if every last penny of ours was used up for Buddy God would still be good. It's more, this time, it was as if God was speaking directly to my heart and saying, "I know you are worried, you don't have to....at all. I want good for Buddy, too. Let me take care of you."

Thanks, God. Thanks for your grace in this situation, and thanks for your provision in this specific area!


Praising,
XO,
J

Soli Deo Gloria