the dreaded MRI

For those of you who know me you know that I just about have a panic attack thinking about being stuck in tight places. (I couldn't even swim underneath the boat w/ D for fear that I'd somehow get stuck!) Well, wouldn't you know it... I had to have an MRI done on my shoulder today for us to better make a decision about my surgery. Thankfully the doctor phoned me in a valium to take before hand. As I approached the doctor's office, I can feel the valium kicking in as well as peace knowing that many are praying. I was somewhat excited about this weird adventure yet nervous b/c of the closterphobia I knew would kick in. As I walk into the room, I was relieved to see that the MRI machine they would be using had an opening on both ends (not fully closed... thanks for the scare Stephen!) I laid down as instructed and as she began to move me into the machine I thought I was going to die. Then she turned some Christian music on in my ear phones and I felt a perfect peace consume me. Yes, my face was inches from the top of the machine. Yes, I could not have gotten out easily if I wanted to. But thankfully there is power in the name of Jesus who I called out to the entire dreaded 15 minutes. Was I thankful when the lady pulled me out? Absolutely! Would I trade those 15 minutes of complete and total desperation for the Lord? Never. Why is it that so many times I find myself calling out to him with the same desperation only in times of trouble? I hope this weird experience will continue to challenge me to call out to him with the same desperation in both good times and bad. Now our next step in this summer altering craziness is to meet with my doctor next Monday to discuss the results of the MRI and from there decide about surgery. Keep us in your prayers as we seek wisdom on what to do next!