God love ya!

I've come to the conclusion that the schedulers at Pittsburgh Children's hospital have decided to collectively make my life as difficult as possible. I have spent countless minutes off and on the phone for the past three days trying to make 9+ different appointments in the next three months or so. I've been on hold, disconnected, called back, and transferred more times than I can count. I've experienced high call volumes, snippy operators, a "brief satisfaction survey" (yeah, those must be picked at random cause I was OBVIOUSLY not satisfied!! Ha) and one automated confirmation with the wrong time. Granted, all of this was easily remedied with with a glass of wine and more chocolate than mortally consumable.

 I used to have the belief that if I said a little prayer,  asked for the right person, and called when Jesus wanted me to, I would avoid all the chaos. Not true. In the midst of all of this, I have been learning that life is littered with problems great and small. It is how we let those problems affect us that matters. One of my favorite authors wrote it like this:

"Every problem can teach you something, transforming you little by little into the masterpiece I have created you to be."

Today I called the hospital for the umpteenth time to correct a problem they created. Right before I hung up I said, "Thank you so much for helping me. It's quite a challenge some days dealing with 12 + doctors, specialists and therapists for my child with special needs. Sometimes it gets hectic." To that she responded, "God love ya!" and that He does!