On Tuesday, June 16, it was time for my five-year colonoscopy and upper endoscopy. Have you ever noticed how time flies when these medical re-checks come around? I thought about holding a protest over the “five-year” rule and demand it be every eight years. To my great disappointment, media interest was null, so I dropped my protest idea.
All joking aside, the day before the procedure had arrived and prep time was a “go!” After doing the first part of the prep for the colonoscopy, I had to wait until 3 am Tuesday morning for the second part of the prep. Knowing I would not sleep anyway, I found myself mindlessly channel flicking throughout and into the early morning hours. Can you imagine not one good old movie was on! Before my 3 am alarm went off, I thought it was the perfect time to read my bible and say my prayers.
During my prayers, I asked God to give me a sign everything was going to be okay, it was all under His control, and He was there with me. Also, to make it simple for me to understand. Even though the procedure would be at an outpatient facility, and we were notified of the protocol because of COVID 19, I was a little concerned.
After doing my 3 am prep, 6 am and time to leave for the facility arrived quickly, especially when you are in the bathroom the whole time. We left and made it to the facility with 15 minutes to spare, and by ten til 7, I needed to go inside and use the restroom. By 7 am, we were inside and going through the admittance procedures, and then we would sit in our socially distant seats to wait for the nurse to call me back. Buddy would have to go to the car to wait for me when I went to the surgical area. No sign had appeared yet.
About 15 minutes later, the nurse came to the doorway and called my name. I had my plastic insert from my purse, which contained my phone and some other items they wanted me to have with me, like my inhalers. Upon reaching the nurse, the first thing she says to me is, “Buc-ees!” The back of my phone has a Buc-ee the beaver button. I inhaled a deep breath and sigh. There was my sign!
Spending the last eight years in Texas, you get to know Bucees. It is a glorified gas station and store. Buc-ees sells items made by people in Texas, and it has some of the best food and BBQ, and the cleanest bathrooms in the world. I am not joking about the bathrooms because these are their pride and joy. Eighteen wheelers are not allowed, and there are spaces to walk your dog with poop bags provided. They pay above regular wages, give great incentives and insurance to their employees. Finally, a business done right! And the owners will never franchise because they have incredibly high standards that they do not want to depend on others to initiate.
You are probably wondering how Buc-ees can be a sign from God. My nurse was raised in Dallas and went to college at A&M at College Station, Texas. We talked about Texas and Buc-ees. And I felt very peaceful.
For this to be a coincidence is very unlikely, especially since we are in North Carolina now. And yes, I believe when God planned my future, He knew then that I would ask for a sign. So if you think about how every detail had to be aligned in both of our lives to make this happen, it is mind-blowing. And that is how much God loves all of us!
He loves you the same way!
As always, God Bless You!
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