Today, a sweet, elderly lady that I care for at work (I’m going to refer to her as “Judy”; for narrative’s sake) told me the story of how she came to be in our facility. She just arrived last evening, after having spent several days at the hospital.
I was in her room this afternoon during my rounds and she began to describe the day last week that she was at home, alone, and all of her “providers” as she called them, were out of town. She fell in the bathroom of her home and landed in a position where she was stuck between the toilet, the tub, and her wheelchair. Her head was under the toilet, somehow, and stuck between it and the bathtub. One arm was stuck up underneath her body. The wrist on that arm was broken. The long and the short of it is…she was stuck.
She said that she knew she couldn’t get up, so she worked her way down to where she was mostly lying on the floor, but still wedged. She described “I laid there and I thought, I’m gonna die. I can’t call for help. My front door is locked and no one can get in. This is a horrible way to die.” So she laid there. All-day. All night.
She told me about how she prayed. “Lord, I don’t want to die like this. Please, either help me get out of here or take me on.” As she lay there praying, she felt she heard God speak; “I will deliver you. When you hear the knock on the door…scream.” She responded at first, “Lord, there isn’t going to be a knock on the door. Everyone that comes by and cares for me is out of town.” The Lord said, again, “When you hear the knock on the door…scream.” She told me that she wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She laid there thinking and praying and God kept telling her “When you hear the knock at the door…scream. Your voice is your power right now.”
Suddenly, she starts telling me about this provider that she had had in the past. It had been about a year since Judy had been in contact with her. I was confused. I couldn’t figure out how this was connected. Then she said “Well, that provider was in town and said that she heard God speak to HER and told her “Go to Judy.” The provider shrugged it off and said “I’ll go by there in a few days when I go visit my mother. It’s close by.” God being ever-persistent, as He is, kept telling her to go see Judy. She just couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that she needed to go right then.
Judy lay on the floor of the bathroom, some 24-ish hours after she had fallen, praying out to God…and then there was a knock on the door. She began to scream as loud as she could “HELP ME!! HELP ME!!” Her former provider was outside her house, realized something was wrong and called 911! She laid her head back on her bed and said “God saved me. He sent me a miracle. I was gonna die on that floor before anyone found me, but HE SAID “When you hear the knock on the door…”
Oh! But that I (we) would be more willing to practice this kind of faith. Just to listen, and obey, even when we don’t have all of the missing pieces figured out, or when we can’t see how our obedience could impact someone else’s life. A pastor once told me, “Someone else’s miracle is waiting on the other side of your obedience.” Neither of them had all of the pieces to this puzzle. Judy’s former provider could have easily disobeyed His promptings to go to her. She had no idea what was going on or WHY she needed to go right then. She just simply obeyed. And Judy’s miracle was right on the other side.
After Judy told me all about her miracle rescue, she professed her faith in Jesus, informed me that HE is EVERYTHING and that the best thing anyone could ever do is accept Him and have faith in Him. Of course, I agreed, wholeheartedly! We had a beautiful conversation about how wonderful Jesus is and the many ways that He has saved each of us, throughout our lives.
Later in the evening, I went in to check on Judy again and she asked me to stay with her for a while. I did. She said, “I know that you are one of the other angels that He sent to help me!” I told her that I am so very honored to be able to take care of her. I think I’ve written about this before, but the weight of what I do for a living is not lost on me. Aging and becoming too weak/feeble/sick to take care of yourself, and requiring someone else’s help, is embarrassing at best, humiliating at worst. It is hard on them and their families and it takes a great deal of respect and dignity and compassion to do this. Being a nurse’s aide is hard, holy work. It, truly, is my honor.
It seems as though this world is just getting crazier and crazier. I would encourage you to turn off the T.V., the barrage of social media, the news. Still yourself and listen for God. When you hear the knock on the door…obey.
Forever In His Grip,