Being a blessing
In the large scheme of things, we never know how God will use events in life to shape us.
I've had an interesting weekend. My friend from church is ill and I was asked to take him to the hospital yesterday. I was only too happy.
I wrote the other day about being in the waiting room. I was, literally, for about a half-hour, while they moved my friend into the ICU. He's not well. We spent six hours in the emergency room waiting for a determination where they were going to put him. He wasn't going home, to be sure.
Here's a conversation you don't want to hear: A nurse asking what your friend's do not resuscitate instructions are. It wasn't polite conversation, nor was it routine. They had an 85 year old man they revived, only to speak with the man's family and find out they'd have rather him just pass. He did later on in the morning, before we got there. It's part of their jobs to deal with death. They go to work anyway. He wanted to know what to do with my friend.
I saw lots of things in the E.R. yesterday and I learned a great deal about relationships by listening to the other patients. Sometimes you learn lessons from your circumstances. I learned a big one yesterday.
I'm still learning to be very careful about what you do with what God gives you.
Anyway, my friend has another friend who is caring for his dog. I met him earlier today and met his wife just a few minutes ago. Here's the story:
The guy was at my friend's visiting and my friend was ill. The guy's kid was being baptized yesterday and he thought he was going to miss it. I got a feeling I needed to call my friend yesterday, and this guy was there when I did and volunteered to take him to the hospital. The guy thought he was going to have to do it and miss the baptism of his son.
His wife thanked me and remarked that it was kind of weird how the whole thing worked out. I told her that it wasn't. God laid it on my heart to call my friend. I took him. I was a blessing to my friend and to someone else I don't know.
I'm guessing it was an LDS baptism and I'm not going to split hairs about things today. I don't believe, I don't agree, but still, you don't know how God will use you. You just have to be willing and available.
I've had an interesting weekend. My friend from church is ill and I was asked to take him to the hospital yesterday. I was only too happy.
I wrote the other day about being in the waiting room. I was, literally, for about a half-hour, while they moved my friend into the ICU. He's not well. We spent six hours in the emergency room waiting for a determination where they were going to put him. He wasn't going home, to be sure.
Here's a conversation you don't want to hear: A nurse asking what your friend's do not resuscitate instructions are. It wasn't polite conversation, nor was it routine. They had an 85 year old man they revived, only to speak with the man's family and find out they'd have rather him just pass. He did later on in the morning, before we got there. It's part of their jobs to deal with death. They go to work anyway. He wanted to know what to do with my friend.
I saw lots of things in the E.R. yesterday and I learned a great deal about relationships by listening to the other patients. Sometimes you learn lessons from your circumstances. I learned a big one yesterday.
I'm still learning to be very careful about what you do with what God gives you.
Anyway, my friend has another friend who is caring for his dog. I met him earlier today and met his wife just a few minutes ago. Here's the story:
The guy was at my friend's visiting and my friend was ill. The guy's kid was being baptized yesterday and he thought he was going to miss it. I got a feeling I needed to call my friend yesterday, and this guy was there when I did and volunteered to take him to the hospital. The guy thought he was going to have to do it and miss the baptism of his son.
His wife thanked me and remarked that it was kind of weird how the whole thing worked out. I told her that it wasn't. God laid it on my heart to call my friend. I took him. I was a blessing to my friend and to someone else I don't know.
I'm guessing it was an LDS baptism and I'm not going to split hairs about things today. I don't believe, I don't agree, but still, you don't know how God will use you. You just have to be willing and available.
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