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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Can You Help Me Up?

(1 kings 19:11-12) The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.

Why me God?” for I am not worthy; and these are the tears I cried as I realized what was unfolding before me. I ask God often why He puts me in these places of His holiness. I question my value. I just don’t have the answer. Nor does God stop putting me on journies that include His Holy Ground.

Moments before, my patient asked for help. “Please help me get up there.” He was pointing to the ceiling. At first, I thought he wanted up in the bed so I repositioned him. He smiled at me and said, “No, I mean up there.” Soon, I began to appreciate what he meant. The day before, we had prayed to our Lord for His will to be done. And now it was “time”.

I asked my patient what I could do to help him. Again, he pointed “up” and said, “I need to go.” I sat next to him, held his hand and then I said, “It’s ok for you to go now. We are here with your daughter and we have taken care of everything. "You can go rest now.” He nodded and smiled. He slowly closed his eyes.

I was gone from the house only 4 minutes when the call came. I was actually standing at the door of my next patient. The daughter cried, “Dad is gone, can you come back.” My next patient even said, “I will be praying for you and your family.”

Thoughts ran through my mind. I had been standing in the middle of Heavenly angels that had come to take my sweet patient Home. I guess I see it now looking back. A whole other world around me that sometimes makes me feel totally helpless. I felt sadness that I might have missed something Supernatural. Should I have pondered longer in these moments?

What could I have done different?

When I returned, I prayed over my patient. With gladness, he is Home now!

God knew my struggling heart, in that He sent me a message. As I got in my jeep to leave, a strong aroma of Gardenia’s passed me in a gentle breeze. “I am Home. Thank you.”

God had sent me a message letting me know that nothing we do is in vain.

We are all a sweet fragrance of His Son in all we do in His name…

5 little hearts from you...:

Denise said...

Amen sweetie, love you.

Tracy said...

Holy ground, indeed. There is no question the Lord has gifted you for this privileged calling. I'm grateful the Lord encouraged you so sweetly following this precious man's homegoing. How I long to carry the sweet fragrance of Christ to those around me.

Blessings, sweet one.

Laura said...

Your analogy is so beautiful. I agree that there is nothing we do that is in vain when we live to serve the Lord. He is so good to us that even through the trials we reap blessings.

Sharon Brumfield said...

I do believe we will get to heaven and be amazed at the stories that are retold. Stories of angels sweeping in to rescue the saints of God...angels bring comfort from the throne of God. The glory drenched faces of angels who have just left the throne room of God...bending low to bring the wounded home....or touch the hearts of those needing strength to know they should carry on in the service of their Lord.
Carry on girl....and maybe next time ask for a little glimpse of that heavenly glory. ;) I would!

A Stone Gatherer said...

Your discriptions of your time with your patience always brings me into the room with you all! Thank you for sharing these journies with us! What precious ground and what a love note from your savior!