Unanswered Prayers

As many of you know about a month ago my husband's dad fell from a ladder while putting away Christmas decorations at their church, suffering three skull fractures, broken ribs, broken collarbone, and two broken vertebrae. My husband flew immediately up north to be with him and to help his mom in any way he could. The five day trip turned into seven after Pap's condition hadn't stabilized and my hubby knew in his heart he just needed to stay a couple of extra days. That week for both of us was really hard. Hard on me for having to try and keep things "normal" for our two girls while fielding calls about updates and praying to God that Pap would pull through, and, harder on my husband who upon coming home admitted it was probably the hardest week of his life for obvious reasons. On the Saturday morning that DG was supposed to fly back home I was selfishly relieved that my partner in this life was going to be once again by my side. And so when I woke up that Saturday morning to learn that my husband's hometown had gotten something absurd like 18 inches of snow and that not only could he and his mom not make it to the end of their street, not only did they not have power, but he wasn't going on any flight and neither were the other number of passengers flying out of Pittsburgh because alas the airport was closed. As I heard all of this on the phone DG had to ask me if I was still there because I was speechless. How could God after handing us a week like that put this as icing on the cake? I felt helpless at the moment and wondered why my prayer of having my family together again wasn't answered. Soon I would be reminded, yet again, of why I'm not in control and why He always has our best interests in mind.
That afternoon after the snow plow had been down DG's childhood street, DG and his mom still without power decided to trek to the hospital where they would have power and DG would get in another visit before having to head back south when the weather cleared. Through out the week Pap's mental state was below average at best. When you have three skull fractures it is easy to see why one would be confused as to where he is, the year, and even recognizing a family member. DG and his mom expected that Saturday to be no different than the past week had been. But God had a reason for keeping my husband up north one more day and for not answering my prayer. As my husband and his dad talked that day there was significantly more recognition than there had been the whole week prior to this point, his dad even asking about our girls (his grand girls). What a high note for my husband to be able to leave on and what a difference one day made. Thank-you, God, for unanswered prayers.