You’ll have to pardon me for using this verse again in one of my posts. It’s one of my favorites, and whenever I see it come alive in my own life, I HAVE to mention it.
On New Year’s Eve, I found myself in the hospital, having what turned out to be my fourth stroke in a year and a half. The first one was the doozy, and the other three were relatively minor. But they ended up running many tests, which meant I needed to stay for two nights.
Well, I was so discouraged that first night, and most of the next day. Thoughts about how this would one day just finally kill me flooded my brain and my heart. Top that off with the frustration that this was my attitude during a crisis, and you have one sad, pathetic soul on your hands!
But as the day went on, having some encouraging visitors lend their support to me, I went to bed feeling this was NOT going to get the best of me, no matter what the tests in the morning revealed.
In the morning, I had my testing and was then sitting around in my room, waiting for the results. My roommate, Patricia, a very sweet elderly lady, kept asking me if I was getting out that day. She seemed as hopeful as I was to be released! As I sat there talking with her, I remembered the last two nights, she was complaining to all of the nurse staff that her back was so itchy. And only one kind nurse took the extra time to give her some relief. So, I asked her, “Patricia, how is your back? Is it still itchy?” She said, “Oh, yes. It is bothering me something fierce!” “Can I scratch your back for you?” She looked at me, a little surprised, and said, “ Oh, if you would’t mind.” I smiled at her and began scratching away while we continued to talk.
I kept going until she said she felt so much better. And she had tears in her eyes when she thanked me over and over. I told her it was no big deal, because in truth, it wasn’t. It didn’t take me away from anything important or anything. And it’s not like it was difficult work! But it seemed to mean the world to her.
The first night I was just so sad, having to be in that stupid hospital again, dealing with the stroke again. But God’s intentions are always for our good, and for the good of others. And Satan’s plans just got foiled. Ooooooops!!!
We never know why we land in some of the situations we’re in. But we need to keep believing it is never to harm us, but rather to bring us good, or bring good out of us. So remind me of this next time I’m in there, would you? ; )