I Am in Good HANDS

I started to cough two weeks before the Chinese New Year break, and it didn't get well as expected with medical treatment. I woke up early this Monday morning to call the sister missionaries to contact elders in my ward for a priesthood blessing. Because one of the elders in my ward would be transferred to another area, the elders in Tao 3 ward gave me a sweet blessing. I'm grateful that they made time for me because it was their preparation day and they could have had set up an appointment some time after 6pm.

On Thursday afternoon, I asked my mom to ride me to the clinics to see the doctor with worsen symptoms. My doctor changed the prescription and put me on antibiotics and also asked me to receive a respiratory treatment to help me breath more easily. I went back for follow-up appointment two days later and discussed the possible situations I'm going through. While reflecting on all these things that happened, I thought I am in good hands, meaning the care from a good doctor. Yet, when I wondered if I should put that much trust in that doctor, I then realized that I've always been in good HANDS, meaning being cared by a loving Father in Heaven, who loves me very much and is aware of what I am going through. Therefore, all these things shall give me experiences and trust Him more with all my heart. I'm grateful to have such a knowledge that brings me peace and reassurance that everything will be all right.