Just The Right Time

It was the day that we ended up bringing my Mom home from the hospital, but at the time we thought it would be the day she was going to be transferred to a Rehab Facility. 

I was running on fumes, exhausted, and with little patience left for my own family. In general, I don't like talking on the phone, let alone calling Doctors offices/ Insurance companies. This day was filled with stressful news, dealing with ornery people and one particularly nasty person that left my Mom shaken. 

How I dealt with this person with any grace and dignity is only the 

power of God protecting His own name that I represent. 

I called Craig when I came home around noon and updated him on that mornings "activities." I told him how I couldn't calm down, I was so enraged by the situation and the stress that person had brought on during such a fragile time. I tried to pray but felt like I couldn't think beyond my anger at the moment. It just felt flat. 

The phone rang and it was a local Pastor friend returning a business related phone call. It ended with him praying for me, for my Mom and even for Abigail's health on the phone. 

You see, Abigail's body is battling something inside these past several weeks and we are trying to figure it out. Just 5 days before my Mom's surgery we had to bring Abigail in and start her on meds, left lingering with questions unanswered until we see her specialist. Her surgery was not even two months before, we hoped we were in the clear and maybe {just maybe} we could start to relax a bit and not be on guard. 

So technically, yeah I was a little bit of a mess before my Mom's surgery, and then she had complications and at this point, this moment when he called I was anticipating my Mom going to rehab for at least another week +. 

So he called. He prayed. He shared his hearts concern for our family during this time. 

Then he shared God's promises.

 I was just wrapping my mind around God's promise that we have hope in heaven. That one day there will be no more pain and suffering. I shared here how life-giving that Scripture is to me right now and I was clinging to that hope for dear life, pleading for a glimpse of it on behalf of my Mom and Abigail. 

I felt the weight, the burden of anger lift from me as he prayed God's Truth and Peace. I chose to accept it and pleaded with God for some breakthrough, this can't be the day that I breakdown. "I can't break, I need You to hold me up" became my prayer. And He did. 

He used a humble servant of His to call and speak the words needed to be like a healing ointment to my weary self that day. It was also a reminder that God could use me like that. I need to be ready, prepared to pray with someone, even on the phone during a business-related phone call. Spontaneous prayer, pleading with God on someone elses behalf with them is sometimes necessary and He calls us to be ready. 

That day, it was just what I needed. Jesus reached down and poured into my heart through the obedience of another Believer boldly being willing and ready to intercede in prayer with me.