Now that’s what I call an answered prayer

June 27, 2007 | Prayer | 15 comments

Remember my two posts about how every baby comes with a loaf of bread under his arm (here and here)? I always knew that all those situations were answered prayers. I couldn’t prove it on paper to a skeptic, but I just knew.

And now, a follow-up to Part I of my “loaves of bread” post:

As I mentioned, the shots that I have to give myself (in the stomach!) throughout pregnancy because of this clotting disorder are very expensive. One of the things that most made me feel like the rug had been pulled out from under me when I saw the positive pregnancy test was that it’s critical that I have this medication during pregnancy, but I couldn’t afford it. My insurance covered part of it, but my part was over $800 per month. We’re just out of range for qualifying for financial aid, and since it’s an uncommon drug there isn’t a lot of financial support out there for people who can’t afford it. Combine that with the fact that my insurance didn’t even cover pregnancy and I’m no longer a candidate for (cheaper) midwife births, and I was feeling pretty down.

In my original post I told the story of how the pharmacy told me over the phone that my insurance had started denying this medicine for some reason and that I’d now have to pay $2, 418 per month for these shots. I went down to basically beg for some free samples and the lady interrupted me to tell me it’d be a $30 copay. I told her that that’s not what I’d been told and asked her to confirm it. She assured me that it was correct, I paid my $30, and walked out with a box full of shots.

And now for the update:

Recently my husband and another man with the same business decided to become partners (very much guided by the hand of God, I believe, but that’s another post). One of the many wonderful results of this merger was that we now have good health insurance. It covers this unexpected pregnancy — even though I was already pregnant when we signed up — and it covers my shots with only a $50 copay.

So a few weeks ago, in the final few days that the old insurance was still in effect, I decided to go ahead and refill my prescription since the old insurance’s copay was only $30. And when I went to pick it up they told me, “Your portion is $872.”

I told them that the last time I’d picked it up it was only $30. The pharmacist was puzzled as she looked through the records on the computer. After some typing and clicking around she said that there’s no way that that’s what I paid. There’s no record of that transaction. It’s very clear that my insurance requires me to pay the $800 amount. She politely assured me that I must be mistaken.

As I walked out, smiling to myself since I only had to wait a couple days until the new insurance was in effect and I could get my medicine for $50, I thought to myself, “Now THAT’S what I call an answered prayer!”

15 Comments

  1. yofed

    Wow! THAT is very impressive! Congrats on your pregnancy! (I’m a little late, I know!)

  2. melanieb

    Wow. Amazing. Thanks be to God. He is so good!

  3. barbfromcincy

    God is good, indeed!! Awesome!!

  4. Tienne

    Seems like that pharmacist who helped you last time was an actual angel. Congrats on the new health insurance! I bet that’s a load off your mind. 🙂

  5. Kate

    I’ve been looking for insurance recently, and I know what a victory (almost a miracle) it is to get good coverage – God is really loooking out for you!

  6. Christine

    I’m so glad for you! 🙂

  7. Literacy-chic

    Also a blessing for all of the other people on your insurance who need the same medication!! It’s not that I doubt the power of God to answer prayer, it’s that I think it’s important not to overestimate where we stand in relation to all of His works. I don’t mean for that to take away from your own wonderful situation. It is wonderful, and a cause for thanks. The situation with the pharmacist was even more incredible. But I still have rather a problem when I imagine those who may be in similar situations who pray faithfully without a change in insurance. Must we conclude that your need was greater, or that they stand to benefit more from the challenges that He allows them to face than from a similarly answered prayer? (Sincerely seeking an answer to this one, btw. I, too, am unexpectedly pregnant and can’t afford to be…)

  8. Literacy-chic

    In fact, I, too, am unexpectedly pregnant with number 3 (with a toddler)and can’t afford to be…

  9. Sarahndipity

    Wow, that’s great. I’m so happy you have good insurance now!

    My now 3-year-old daughter was also an unplanned pregnancy. I also got fired when I was 6 or 7 months pregnant. We had been on my company’s insurance because my husband had just started a new job that didn’t offer benefits for 6 months. We had to do Cobra payments for awhile to continue our insurance, which were about $600 a month. Fortunately, I landed a new job literally a month before my daughter was born that covers 100% of your insurance for your whole family. The birth was free! God is indeed good. 🙂

    It does make me angry that medical care is so expensive in this country. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to tie insurance to employment. We live in a very family-unfriendly society.

  10. Jennifer F.

    I think it’s important not to overestimate where we stand in relation to all of His works….I still have rather a problem when I imagine those who may be in similar situations who pray faithfully without a change in insurance. Must we conclude that your need was greater, or that they stand to benefit more from the challenges that He allows them to face than from a similarly answered prayer?

    I see what you’re saying. This is why I almost never talk about what I believe are answered prayers — invariably I get some version of the question “Do you think that you’re special to God? What about the people whose prayers weren’t answered?” And I don’t really know how to address that.

    From what I understand, the saints believed that God did answer individual prayers, so I think it’s possible. As for the other women out there who need Lovenox and can’t afford it? No idea. Maybe God took pity on us because we don’t qualify for any kind of assistance because of my husband’s salary, yet we really can’t afford it because of a) student loan debt and b) debt from my last pregnancy that was not covered by insurance (I was going to inexpensive midwives but after the DVT had to have a very expensive hospital birth that I picked up the bill for — I’m *still* paying that off and will be for a while). Or maybe he just knows what a spiritually weak person I am, that I can handle far less stress than the average person, and knew that too much financial pressure might make me snap.

    Looking at my material situation as a middle-class American, though, why would God answer any of my prayers regarding financial matters since I already have waaaay more than most people in the world? Why does he seem to answer the prayers of some parents whose children are ill or suffering or starving but not others?

    I don’t know. And that’s why I don’t write too much here about answered prayers in my life. 🙂

  11. Literacy-chic

    🙂 I understand. And I know where you’re coming from on a number of financial (not medical) levels (even the husband’s student loans!–mine aren’t in repayment yet.) My comment is really more about me than about you, incidently, your post just brings to the forefront things that I’ve been thinking anyway. But my not wanting to overestimate my place, etc. etc. makes me hesitant to address certain types of needs in prayers. Not ideal, of course. We struggle financially, but I know we are so much better off than so many. It’s just hard for me to conceptualize prayer sometimes, especially prayers for needs. Best, L-C

  12. SteveG

    literacy-Chic:

    Here’s a response I posted on petitionary prayer back in December 2005 on Jen’s old blog.

    They are actually not my words, but the words (and an article) of a good friend of mine named Mike Aquilina:

    My response is: Be a child. Jesus taught us to ask, so we should ask.

    We should ask like little children, because God is our Father. We should ask and ask and ask, like little kids do.

    There is no biblical model for getting caught up on theoretical snags regarding prayers of petition.

    That doesn’t mean our Father will give us what we want, when we want, as we want it. What father would?

    I’m pasting here a piece I wrote on the subject many moons ago…

    The Chainsaw Denied

    Every now and then, you pick up a phrase wafting from a nearby conversation, and it sticks with you forever. Some 15 years ago, my wife, Terri, and I were eating at a fast-food restaurant. At a table across the aisle sat a weary mother and her obviously talkative and precocious 5-year-old. The patter of their conversation (especially his portion) ran nonstop as an accompaniment to our own. But only one line managed to push past our mental filters. In the most earnest maternal voice, the mom said to the 5-year-old: “And just where, do you suppose, you’ll get this chainsaw?”

    Terri and I just looked at each other and tried to suppress our laughter. For some time afterward, we tried to imagine the context of that mother’s question. Had the boy been inspired by low-budget horror flicks about Texas massacres? Had he issued a threat? Did he want to build the family a log cabin? Or was he an aspiring postmodern artist seeking a government grant to destroy furniture?

    We had never heard the boy’s request. But there was something so psychologically true about the mother’s deadpan question.

    Every mother knows that children believe they have a right to fulfillment of their every whim and wish. To kids, parents seem obtuse or cruel when they deny things that, to mom and dad, are clearly unsafe, unhealthy or immoral — like a seventh helping of candy, or retribution visited upon a younger sibling, or a chainsaw.

    As we grow, we put away such childish wishes. Only craftsmen, hobbyists and true psychopaths continue to hanker after that chainsaw. But we never quite outgrow the belief that we have a right to the things we so clearly see as good for us: this job or a home in that neighborhood, a healing or a lasting experience of human love. Like the little boy in the restaurant, we fume and we rail at God when He doesn’t grant our requests in just the way we want them.

    Yet He knows when something we urgently desire would, over the long haul, lead to our everlasting destruction — would be, for us, unsafe, unhealthy or immoral. Only in retrospect (and sometimes not even then) can we see that the things God denied us were things that could have harmed us: a particular job or spouse or home. Only with wisdom will we see that even our privations are gifts from a God who wants only our happiness. We imagine a happy and productive life with our chainsaw (or whatever); He sees the certain carnage that would ensue.

    God provides even when His denial seems most severe. Out of the desolate ground of the Nazi concentration camps — where so many prayers seemed to go unanswered — grew lavish flowers of holiness: in Edith Stein, Maximilian Kolbe, Titus Brandsma and countless others.

    Part of growing up spiritually is learning to be grateful for all things, even our difficulties, disappointments, failures and humiliations. For all things work together for the good of those who love God.

  13. knit_tgz

    🙂

  14. barbfromcincy

    I love Steveg’s comment…it reminds me of what I’ve learned to say to my children (when they’re old enough to really understand) concerning times I say no to something they want. They would become so angry and/or disappointed and I would say, “Do you really think I want to say no? Do you think I want you to be unhappy? Of course not, but I love you enough that I’m willing to say no, willing to be the bad guy because I don’t think this is what is best for you. It would be a whole lot easier to say yes and watch you be happy, but I know in the long run, it is better for you that I say no.” Many times this helps them to accept my “no” better.
    So I try to remember my own words when the Lord says no to me. He knows the big picture and He ultimately knows what is best for all of us. Sometimes easier to say than do.

    A blessed day to you….

  15. Literacy-chic

    SteveG–I just wanted to chime back in & say that I enjoyed reading your comments! These are great thoughts, and while I am familiar with the ideas, it never hurts to be reminded of them.

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