Glimpses of Grace/Good Luck/ Goodness

The last five months in our home have been a bit of a rocky road. During what I consider "rough times" I usually think to myself, at least it isn't this, or that, but unfortunately during these last few months it has seemed to be one or more of one of those things that you mostly conjure up in your mind to make yourself realize things could be all that much worse. Between my dad's scare with his heart, my niece's birth complications, and my father-in-law's fall, as my one friend said, "what is going on with you guys??" I really can't explain it. And, through it all I have, at times, been walking like an 80 year-old woman due to a "severe L5 herniation" (so severe that during my first attempt at an epidural shot the nurse asked if I had been in a car accident). I really can't pinpoint a specific time I hurt my back, but since last winter it has gotten progressively worse and after two epidural shots my doctor felt that I needed back surgery, but because of caring for two young children as my full-time job, and having a husband working two jobs, that is easier said than done. Recently hubby and I decided to meet with my doctor to talk seriously about my back surgery, and were set for an appointment next Wednesday. Honestly though with every other topic floating around our house, I handed this one to the man upstairs because there were just more important things to deal with.
So, I was so surprised when my physician's assistant called me yesterday to say that my doctor has other doctor's coming to watch him at his job next Friday and had chosen me to be his example for the surgery if I was interested. It was such a feeling of someone else taking care of things and making a decision for a moment and felt so nice falling into my lap, and, it felt so good to get some really good news. Just since yesterday more has fallen into place concerning the surgery. My husband will have time off and our insurance with cover the surgery 100%. Amazing how God has billions of other tasks but obviously knew it was time for my surgery and lined everything up just as it should be.
Today came with potentially more good news (hallelujah, I'm feeling some much needed blessings falling down on our family), as my father-in-law is doing better with his walker and instead of looking at the option of transferring from his rehabilitation center to a nursery home, he is looking at possibly going home in a week with in home care.
I don't want to come across that I don't feel blessed daily, or that grace doesn't touch me daily, because it does, but (as we all are) I have also been feeling tried lately and at times like these there isn't a better feeling than answered prayer and getting to see even a glimpse of how God works behind the scene every second for plans of good.