Ministering angels with a higher calling

     

     Suddenly awakening from a deep sleep and an unsettling dream, I was hearing my name being softly spoken. 
     Through the deep darkness, I saw the light of a tiny flashlight, along with another light, which I began to realize in my groggy state, was atop the portable blood pressure equipment. 

     The efficient nurses on duty had come to read my vitals, every hour on the hour the first night. Blood pressure read, an injection given, descriptive of a bee sting, and more pills to try to swallow. 

     This was just the beginning of the tender care I was about to receive from these awesome caregivers. I saw them as "ministering angels" sent by God, to care for the sick and needy — like myself. 

     Amazed at their kind, patient and compassionate spirit, they seemed always willing to do whatever it took to make me as comfortable as possible. I sometimes felt as though I was a guest in their home, being served with tender graciousness. 

     Such kindness to me, reflected the heart of God.  I couldn't get used to the often continuous, though soft ding of the bell, asking the staff for help. 

     One night, it rang all night, earplugs would have helped. 

     

     I was grieved to realize, that, although much of our health system is great, there are too many patients, not enough manpower, and too few beds and facilities. Probably, I could also add, no doubt — not enough pay. 

     In spite of far from perfect conditions, I saw that many of these caregivers had chosen their profession, having realized a higher calling.  

     Wondering the purpose of this eventful hospital visit, I had asked Jesus to take control of my words, and perhaps use them to turn some heart towards Him. 

     Hopefully, that happened, as I found ways to engage some in conversation as I expressed my gratefulness, which often led to more serious talk.  

     As son, Dave, drove me to the hospital, and even helped his aging Mom get prepped for the operation, I can truthfully say I decided to trust Him like a little child. Some may call that naivety — I call it faith. 

     Though I had great confidence in my surgeon Dr. Baliski,  I rested fully in the Great Physician and Healer. I'm glad I got close to God while I was strong and healthy. It prepared me to lean on Him for support and hope when the difficult days in life such as these come along. 

     Entering surgery, I felt safe, secure and truly abiding under His wings, as I left the outcome to Him.  

     My son Roger, came from Abbotsford to take me home, with Home never looking so good!  

     Now, at home, blessings keep on abounding — like a soft rain on a warm summer's day, they all come with a message from my loving Heavenly Father, "I see your needs. You are mine and I will care for you." 

     He does that through my loving family, my dear friends and my helpful neighbours. Phone calls, cards, notes, gifts, flowers, and messages on Facebook have all caused me to be overwhelmed with gratitude.  

     Today, with a visit to my family doctor, I was met with GOOD NEWS!!! 
     The operation proved highly successful, and was carried out at just the right time. 

     With a delayed operation — the outcome would have been much different. I again thanked my doctor for his efficient and quick response to my needs, to which he replied, "We also thank our Heavenly Father." 

     I also learned the surrounding lymph nodes are free of cancer, a concern, but now an amazing blessing! Though still waiting for a consultation with my surgeon, it will then be determined what follow-up and treatments may be required.   

Dave (left), Debi, Beulah, Karen and Roger.

           How fitting that this Family Day Holiday weekend will see many of my family members gathering to celebrate life with MOM, GRANDMA, and GREAT GRANDMA.  

     My heart is bursting with gratitude to all my Facebook and blog friends, whose faithful prayers on my behalf found their way to God's throne — and HE ANSWERED.  

— beulah