“You don’t understand. I have an appointment with the doctor. I need help with my husband’s dementia.”
The receptionist stood, arms crossed, leaning against the counter.
Pain short circuited my thankful circuit--mental anguish and doubt slammed me. Head down, shoulders slumped, I scurried back to the car. She wouldn't allow me to keep the appointment. Not without my husband present.
With head in my hands, I gave way to the flood of emotions held at bay.
Tap, tap.
My head snapped up. A little lady stood there. When I rolled down the window, she reached in, touched my shoulder.
“I saw you leave the office. Knew you were upset. What can I do to help?”
Man, would these tears ever slow down? She handed me a tissue. “Thank you.” I hiccuped. Peeking through my veil of tears, I saw wet tracks streaking her cheeks.
“Can I pray with you?” At my nod, she prayed. For love, for support, for my well being, but especially the assurance that the Lord Jesus knows and has a plan.
My husband is home with the Lord Jesus now, but I’ll never forget that sweet lady. I give thanks to the Lord for having her in that place at the time I needed someone.
Kingdom Thinking. During these troubled times as we’re stalked by Covid and civil unrest, I give thanks to the Lord Jesus, not because I feel like it, but because of who He is. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave nor forsake me. I don’t know what you’re going through today, but He does. He offers the same promises to you. Won’t you choose Him?