I don’t know about you, but I love a feel good story, especially one that is faith building. I have that for you today.
It’s been two years since my accident and during this time, the doctor bills, tests, MRI’s, medications and other things that went along with the car accident have added up. It’s been faith building every single time I got a bill (and boy, they were not cheap) and had to dip into savings and get additional credit cards. During all of this, I had to cut back my hours drastically for health reasons and the credit card bills got higher and higher and the savings got lower and lower. If I had to pick a word to describe all of this, it would be defeated. Every time I felt almost “caught up” on bills, a new one would come, or I would have to get more tests done that basically said “You are healthy”. That’s a whole other story though…
A month after my accident, I had to have several MRI’s done for my neck, back and brain and those are pricey. With the six days a week of chiropractic care in addition to the doctor visits, massage therapy, etc., the PIP from insurance got depleted far before the bills stopped coming. Let me tell you, the initial bill from those MRI’s could feed a small village. It was so hard to be in a place where I knew I had this bill looming over me and I would get “reminder bills” in the mail every few months, but knowing I couldn’t pay it all.
Okay, now fast forward two years.
I got a call from the MRI people yesterday saying this was the last call before it went to collections. Despite the attempts to work something out with them, I had to somehow figure out a way to pay them all of it. As I was talking with the gal, trying to see what we could do, she calculates numbers, I talk to her and then she says “Let me see if I can get this cut down to half for you.” What? We tried calling two weeks ago to work something out (they wouldn’t budge) and now this? Not to mention that she said her boss NEVER gives approval for a cut this large.
I had been praying the whole two years that somehow, someway it could get cut in half. Could this really happen?
Yes. It. Did.
I have to say I almost started crying when the phone call concluded. No more agonizing over getting this daunting bill paid. No more happy days crushed when I get a statement from them about this past due bill. No more freaking out about paying the biggest bill I have ever had in my life.
God is so good. He knew that deep in my heart I was hoping and praying this would happen. He knew that the last few months have been extremely hard and I needed to know that He still cares about me. I admit, my faith meter felt empty and I needed some sort of sign and here it was.
I felt the need to share this story in a post. Partly because it’s part of the car accident story, but I also felt like some of you are going through some deep valleys, or are feeling alone, and needed to hear something uplifting. It’s a miracle itself that I walked away from the accident, it’s a miracle that I’m still alive and here is yet another miracle to add to the ever-growing list. Miracles happen.
Do you have a miraculous story to share, or are you thankful for something today? Leave a comment- I would love to read your stories and I know others will be encouraged by it as well!