"Hello Mrs. Diaz, this is ..... and I need to set up an appointment for a Nurse Practitioner to come out and visit you."
"Ummm...OK...?"
"Yes, she will check your feet and legs, go over your medications to make sure you understand everything and check your blood pressure."
"????? My feet are fine! AND I do not take any medications." ????
It went downhill from there. I finally passed the phone to Mr Wonderful who of course was polite and handled it graciously. He then explained that he knew someone would be coming out but did not think anything about it. Well, I spent the next week fuming every time I thought about it. My feet indeed! My meds????
I think it hit me so deeply because it reminded me of the time when Mom lived with us and I routinely set up appointments for a home nurse to visit her. There's the rub! I am not my mom, (although that would not be bad, she is much older than me.) I am not 80 years old and I am not close to passing on from this world. Its amazing how quickly a simple phone call can take me back 20 years and put me in a difficult place all over again. Those years were filled with daily stress and heartache, watching my beautiful mom fade away bit by bit.
Trying to surrender and understand things from the insurance company point of view, I began praying for the Lord to give me grace. Of course it did not help when the nurse left a message that she would be here at 8:30 in the morning. Good gracious. Who even does that????
My prayers increased. I knew of course it wasn't the nurse's fault; she was only doing her job. I prayed for God to give me the attitude He wanted me to have. An emergency pedicure late that evening did not help my attitude though. It's winter for goodness sake. Sigh....
Early the next morning she arrived right on schedule. Wouldn't you know it? As soon as I opened the door, I liked her. Isn't it crazy how God does that sort of thing? She came in and we sat at the kitchen table.That's about the time He showed up.
During the medical history it came out about the explosion back in 2000 and our summer spent in the burn unit. She cried.
After finishing with his history, she started on mine and of course the auto accident from 2004 came out. She cried.
We talked about her patients and some of the things she faces on a daily basis. Of course no names were used. Her heart was touched by the needs of people. She cried.
By now we were old friends, enjoying a morning visit over coffee.
The visit was completed and she gathered her things to leave. The Lord spoke gently to my heart, "pray for her." I spoke gently back to Him, "please, no." He spoke again, "pray for her." I replied again, "please, no."
OK - many of you are saying, what is wrong with you???? My answer to you is, ???
Finally, I walked over, touched her arm, and asked if I might pray for her. Big smiles!!! Tears!!! She put all her things down, wrapped her arm around me and said, "Please!" The Lord gave me a beautiful prayer over her. One of the times when the words came and I heard them at the same time I spoke them. When we were finished, she was openly crying. Mr Wonderful was crying. I just looked at both of them. As we walked her to the front door, she was still saying, "You have no idea how much I needed that today."
So, once again I have learned to trust the Lord. Trust Him to orchestrate my days; who comes and who doesn't. Trust Him to have His way with my life, my body, my time. Trust Him when I know He wants me to pray for someone. Trust God.
Thank you Jesus for allowing me to be a part of your plan for the day. How awesome. And once again, forgive my hesitancy in obeying you. I am trying, really I am.
And no, she never checked my feet. Thank you Jesus for that too!
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