But, God knows best. Dad and I left Mom a little early last night at the hospital, and dashed out to the Honda dealer. They arranged for a shuttle to take us home, and when advised of our struggles to coordinate Mom's discharge and the need for her to always have someone with her, promised to have the car done before we had to pick up Mom from the hospital. They were slammed with business, but they made a special effort to work us in, and told us they hoped my mom would be better soon.
Dad and I climbed wearily into the shuttle. Anyone who has cared for a critically ill patient and sat bedside for a week at the hospital knows how draining and emotionally exhausting it is. The driver was gentle and friendly, and we struck up a conversation. One thing led to another, and we discovered he was a retired pastor with Salvation Army. He and I exchanged stories of helping the disadvantaged because that is what Christ would have us do. He told us of his work planting churches in Russia and surrounding areas. He spoke of ministering to the homeless. He did not mind the cold, and when he retired, he was happy to do so in upstate NY. I wondered why he drove a shuttle bus in his retirement from the ministry, but felt perhaps, this was his new ministry. As we got out of the car, he said, "What is your mother's name? I will pray for her."
Dad and I left that hallowed Honda shuttle with a mutual sense of peace.
"What a treasure that was," said Dad.
The Bible tells us that we are never alone in our struggles. He is always there, but He also knows the comfort of each other.
You are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God. Ephesians 2:19
Thank you, Jesus for momentarily thawing a frozen corner of our world.
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Awesome. NO we ar not alone. You move me to tears. Happy ones,not sad ones..we are not alone.
ReplyDeletei always love to see your responses Consuelo. I often don't have time to respond but they mean a great deal to me. Bless you ,dear.
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