Well Done My Love

(Joel 2:28) "[The Day of the LORD ] "And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions."

It has happened again. This is the second time I have had a dream about one of my patients that has come true. Yes, I am reluctant to share this. I do not know if I am to share it or if this is one of those intimate moments that God wishes I keep to myself. But I did end up sharing the story with my patients wife, hoping it would bring her comfort.

In my dream, my patient had passed away and he woke up with a new body (Heaven). No more cancer. No more pain. No more struggles. When I woke up, I wondered if my patient had died or would soon. So I called the office on my way to work and the call nurse said, "No, not yet." So, I went ahead and stopped by their house on the way into work.

My patient was rapidly declining. In team report earlier in the week, I had made mention to his status so the nurse that had him as a patient before me also stopped by to see him later this day mainly to comfort his wife. My nurse peer later told me that afternoon he wasn't as close to dying as I thought (I was still thinking today would be the day). You know she is more experienced than I am as I'm still green on the job. So I still second guess myself but my gut still told me otherwise. Also, my dream lingered in the back of my mind.

On my way home in the afternoon, I stopped by his house as I had already promised his wife I would. Within one hour of being at their house, he declined even more, he was suffocating in his own fluids. I called to get an order for some medicine and started an IV to get him comfortable. It worked. He was finally at peace. I could leave now. I gave report to the on call nurse. Time to go. I gave my hugs to his wife.

But as I told my husband later, something happened. It was like led filled my feet. I could not move. I sat there and sat there. And within 15 minutes, it became very quiet and there was a peaceful sound, my patient tried to sit up. He openned his eyes as if looking at something or Someone and then .....he took his last breath. I held his hand and felt for a pulse....his heart beat became slower and slower until it came to a stop. He then silently slipped out of this world into the eternal life.

The words that came from his wife were "Thank you for not leaving me."

I can't say that what I did was special but only an act of obedience. For it was of the Holy Spirit. I only obeyed His nudging. I had felt Him all day. And we walked His child (my patient) home into His arms of His Father.

And we heard the peace, the whispers... the silence.... as the angels drew near.........

"Well done", I thought I heard Someone say from a distance.

Living the Supernatural,