It seems that every
time we go into the City for one of her appointments that we experience another
example of God’s grace either toward us or through us. We arrived at the underground parking lot at
the physician’s office around 11:20 in the morning. From there we took the elevator to the fifth
floor and followed the signs as we wound through that building and across
a catwalk to the adjacent hospital. Then
we continued upstairs to register and were subsequently directed back down three
floors to the lab for the EEG test. By
then my head was spinning a bit and I was happy to be able to sit back, as they
ran the test on Piper, so I could look at a map of the campus to try and ascertain
where we were and how we were going to get back the doctor’s office!
About 2.5 hours
later we found ourselves entering the specialist’s office back in the first
building that we had originally come from.
There was an older lady talking to the office staff so I sat down next
to my wife and waited for our turn at the sign in station. The patient at the counter was talking rather
loudly and my attention was peeked when she mentioned the name of Piper’s brain
specialist who we had just visited last week.
When the women had completed her transaction she grabbed her cane and
asked the gentleman behind the counter if someone could open the door for
her. Since I was closest to the door I
immediately stood up and said that I would be happy to get the door for her.
As she neared the
doorway I smiled to her and mentioned that my wife was also a patient of
the other doctor she mentioned. With
that the lady’s smile vanished and she went into a short tirade about how much
she disliked the doctor and why! I was
quite surprised by her comments as this doctor has been absolutely wonderful in
her care and diagnosis of Piper. So, I
just smiled a little wider and happily told her about our experiences as she
ambled out the door. Once out the door
she stopped and asked me a question about what was going on with Piper. When I told her, she stood there quietly for
a little while and then told me that she had been through the same thing with
her mother and understood my personal pain as I helped “my mother!”
That comment has
been made by others in the past and I just continued to smile and told her that Piper was my
wife and not my mother. Then the women
asked her age and got so downtrodden that I knew I had to do something fast in order
to change the direction and mood of the conversation. So I took a breath, smiled again and gently told her
that we were not giving up but had our faith in the God of miracles.
At first I thought
that my comment went right passed her as she almost began to cry, repeating that
“I know what you’re going through.” But
then when she suddenly paused and added: “God
bless you,” I knew my point was received.
After that she turned and walked soberly down the hallway. I was thankful that another individual came
to the doorway at that point and we joked about me being the doorman which
helped to put a joyful slant back in the situation! When I turned back around into the waiting
room, I noticed that the other patient in the room along with the members office
staff were all staring at me with smiles on their faces!
I think that this
little incident is a good example of what the Apostle Paul was taking about
when he directed the church in Philippi to “Let
your gentleness be known to all men. The
Lord is near.” (Philippians 4:5 NKJV) Other translations say to let your “moderation, reasonableness, forbearance,
gracious attitude, humility or leniency” be known to those around you. I believe that Paul is encouraging us to just
be “real” when we are out and about
in our daily lives. To be “real” according to who we “really” are as members of God’s
family! To live as the new man or women
that we were recreated into when we became born again Christians!
It was obvious that
the older lady in the doctor’s office the other day had some physical needs and
had been through a very difficult and emotional situation with the declining
health of her mother. But she was living
her life through her natural senses and had no hope. I on the other hand, possess a hope and a positive
expectancy of the greater things of God for my wife and I in our lives, and I
felt like it was my responsibility to share some of that with her at that time. Did it do any good? To be honest I am not really sure, but I know
by the way she paused in her hopeless comments and said “God bless you” that something hit home with her!
I think that this
is all that our loving heavenly Father is asking us to do. Many times our job is just to plant a small
seed that hopefully will be watered by others who come across their paths and help
it to grow into a full-fledged tree of faith in their lives. What do you think? This weekend might just present a great
opportunity for you to do a little gardening in the lives of those around
you! So keep your “seeds” handy, listen to the small still voice inside and plant
accordingly. Have a great weekend. Stay in tune to His Word, and keep asking… “What SEEDS am I expecting TO PLANT today?”
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