But God had other plans.... the following week I received a phone call from a number that I did not know, for some strange reason I answered it. The lady identified herself as a research coordinator from the Fort Worth CF clinic. After a few seconds of silence and confusion she stated that she had received my number and that she heard my husband was looking to enroll in the drug study for the DF508 gene. Although I hated to, I reluctantly explained that Jake was not a patient of the Fort Worth Clinic, that we were patients of the Dallas clinic, and as of six months ago the fort worth clinic did not take our insurance, as we had tried to transfer over there earlier that year. She informed me that she double checked and they now not only took our insurance but, they had one opening for the study. We would need to come by in the morning and if He met the inclusion criteria, he would in fact be able to participate in the study. There is no way to put it into words what that kind of grace feels like. Undeserved, impossible, and down for the count. But, God does the impossible, he changes our circumstances and revels his mercy and grace to us. This is my parting of the Red Sea, after the 10 plagues. This is were my God showed up in a big way. But just as the Israelite's did, I lost sight and started complaining in the wilderness.
The current study will finish in August, and my new prayer was to do be able to be a part of the next study for the DF508 gene. The new study was supposed to have better improvements in lung function and overall health. Over this weekend, Jake informed me that the enrollment already started, and because he was still on the current study he would not be able to enroll. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. Again, placing my hope in something other than God. Instantly, I felt gut wrenching sorrow for what this medication could have done for my husband. I explained this tearfully to Jake and that it felt like someone had pulled the rug out from under me response what this, "then your standing on the wrong rug."
How can seven simple words be so profound and change everything so quickly? Had I not learned two years ago? God does the impossible and His plan IS ALWAYS BETTER THAN OURS. So I will remember where he has brought me from, I will rest on His rug and rest in his assurances.
Jeremiah 29:11
The current study will finish in August, and my new prayer was to do be able to be a part of the next study for the DF508 gene. The new study was supposed to have better improvements in lung function and overall health. Over this weekend, Jake informed me that the enrollment already started, and because he was still on the current study he would not be able to enroll. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. Again, placing my hope in something other than God. Instantly, I felt gut wrenching sorrow for what this medication could have done for my husband. I explained this tearfully to Jake and that it felt like someone had pulled the rug out from under me response what this, "then your standing on the wrong rug."
How can seven simple words be so profound and change everything so quickly? Had I not learned two years ago? God does the impossible and His plan IS ALWAYS BETTER THAN OURS. So I will remember where he has brought me from, I will rest on His rug and rest in his assurances.
Jeremiah 29:11