Clothe Yourself With Love

Last week I had four medical appointments within four days. Two appointments on Monday. Two appointments on Thursday. Both days the second appointment was unexpected and a result of what the doctors discovered during the first appointment.

As anyone who has sat in a waiting room knows, your scheduled appointment time is only an approximate. They aren’t called waiting rooms for nothing, you know.

During each of these appointments God gave me the opportunity to be his hands and feet. Thankfully, I wasn’t so self-absorbed with my own concerns as is often the case, that I missed the opportunities.

Because God has given me experiences caring for loved ones who have mobility issues, and because I’ve used crutches, a cane and a walker at various times myself, I know first hand this world is not friendly to those who use any kind of assistance to mobilize.

Therefore, when I saw the door next to me open and a frail older woman struggling to back her husband’s wheelchair out the door I hopped up, grabbed the door for her, and escorted them out that door and the next two.

When will doctors’ offices, especially those that cater to folks in wheelchairs, on canes or walkers realize automatic door openers need to be installed? Or at least have their staff offer assistance?

The last appointment of the week found me in a hospital registering for an x-ray. The admitting clerk kept getting interrupted during the process and it took longer than normal. By now, it was close to 4:00 PM. My original expectation when I left my home earlier this day was to be back long before now.

So, I was presented with choices…get aggravated by the necessity of the unexpected procedure, the amount of time it was taking to register, knowing there’d be further waiting once I was in the system before actually having the test and leaving, the fact my needs weren’t being taken care of before all the other interruptions, or I could be patient.

I chose to be patient. Not something that comes naturally to me.

The clerk apologized repeatedly for the delays. Instead of blaming or belittling, I silently prayed for her, and told her not to let the interrupting phone calls steal her joy.

When she asked where I worked and I told her I’m a writer, she asked what I wrote. Christian historical fiction.

Now, you tell me…if I’d been a huffy-puffy with a me-first attitude, how do you think she’d feel to my being a writer of Christian anything? Instead, she told me she felt God had me there for a reason. And so did I.

Oftentimes we falsely believe life is all about us. That the sun revolves around us. Hate to burst any bubbles, but it doesn’t.

Every single day we are presented with choices. We can be self-absorbed and think only of our needs, our wants, our interests and how those can be met, or we can be aware of those around us and the fact that God may be using us to bring a spark of joy, peace, compassion, kindness, patience…to their lives.

It’s not about us.

Some days I do better than others. That Thursday was one of those days. Thank you, Jesus.

How have you seen God work through you to touch someone else’s life?

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Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others. Above all, clothe yourselves with love, which binds us all together in perfect harmony. Colossians 3:12-14 (NLT)

I wish you well.


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Not What I Expected

Back-tracking a bit, I’d like to tell you how I spent the last day of November, and the first day of December 2013. If you read my November 12, 2013 post, then you know I began November with my 60th birthday. What few of you know is, I ended November 2013 with a fractured hip.

Not even 30 days after my birthday, for goodness sake, and I’m lying in a Tallahassee, Florida gas station parking lot with a broken hip.

Let’s just say the fall was not my fault. It wasn’t really Bear’s fault, either. I’d have to say leather shoes that have absolutely no traction on their sole were the culprit.

Five hours after the fall, where I was sure it was a really bad groin pull not a broken hip, I was in the Mayo Clinic’s emergency room in Waycross, Georgia. A couple hours later after multiple x-rays and CT scans, I was transported to a room.

I was prepped for the emergency surgery which would take place the next morning. Not what Pilot and I envisioned when we left our home the day after Thanksgiving for the two-day drive to Georgia to visit Mom for a few days. Felt more like the castaways of Gilligan’s Island and their three-hour-tour.

Although I prayed to God  my hip wasn’t  broken the instant I landed on it, God hadn’t forgotten me. He went before me and leveled mountains and filled in valleys. He prepared the hospital for my arrival. He put in place a caring, thoughtful, wonderful staff. Because it was the weekend after Thanksgiving, I didn’t have to wait for a slot to open for my surgery.

Initially, I was told I’d have to stay in Georgia for twenty-one days for rehab before being allowed to return home.

That changed when I mentioned to the surgeon we drove our full-sized van (something we rarely do) and promised to stay on the couch at the back for the ride home.

We’d take as long as necessary.

I’d stop every two hours and move around to avoid blood clots.

Whatever it took. I wanted to go home. Now.

Because God is not bound by time like we are, He knew before I was born I’d fall in Tallahassee and break my hip.

He even knew the exact spot where I’d land. He prepared me for the fall by giving me the most amazing husband to care for me throughout the whole ordeal.

He gave me the strength to bounce back fast enough to leave the hospital two days after the surgery that placed three screws in my left femur.

He created me with enough upper body strength to maneuver on the walker until I can transition to a cane. God made a way to bring me home three days after the surgery by having us take our van.

While in the hospital God gave me opportunities to have conversations with my nurses about Him. Often, while I was sitting on the bedpan or bedside commode. Yes. I know.

Right before I left the hospital, one nurse reminded me God gives us the strength ahead of time for everything we will endure. We just have to use that strength when times get rough, and not give up.

So, if you’re in a tough spot right now remember, God’s already given you the strength you’ll need to get through whatever you face.

He hears us before we even ask, and is already working things out. Don’t give up. Use that strength. Call out to Him.

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I will answer them before they even call to me. While they are still talking to me about their needs, I will go ahead and answer their prayers! Isaiah 65:24 (TLB)

I wish you well.


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