When I heard a large storm was slated to hit the city in which I have been receiving a significant amount of my medical care, I immediately started praying for my pulmonologist. I was so concerned for her. I prayed that she would be part of the medical team who would ride out the storm in the hospital. I knew the hospital would have food, water, electricity and would be safe from any possible flood waters. There would be no place safer for her to be than in the hospital.
Moreover, my pulmonologist is an amazing doctor. Out of the 300+ doctors I have had since 2009, she ranks among the top three. She is caring, compassionate and has the disposition to handle stressful situations. During the chaotic times of the storm, her level-headedness would keep those around her focused; her kindness would keep her patients calm. So, with these positive intentions in mind, I kept asking God to keep my pulmonologist safe, to allow her to be a blessing to her patients, to give her the stength and energy to endure the storm, and to put up a hedge of protection around her house to guard it from possible flood damage.
Five days into the storm, I spoke with a woman whose son is a nurse at the hospital. She stated he had been working for five days straight. He was very tired and was anxious to get home where his girlfriend had been riding out the storm alone. Suddenly, my heart sank. Yikes! I had been praying for my pulmonologist, but I had failed to pray for her family! How stressful it must have been for my pulmonologist and her family to have been separated during the storm. I started fervently praying for my pulmonologist's family.
After the storm passed, I continued to pray for my pulmonologist, her family and her home. I kept hoping everything was ok.
Two weeks after the storm, I received an email from my pulmonologist. She said she was ok and her home was not damaged. She had been working for 14 days straight, with five of those days being continuous in the hospital during the storm. As I read her email, my heart sank. Oh no! I had prayed for her to be safe in the hospital, but I had failed to pray she would have time off after the storm. Oh, the consequences of my short-sightedness!!! I again began fervently praying, praying God would give my doctor strength, energy and rest from her long work schedule. For the next week, I was in torment; I had prayed prayers which resulted in unintentional consequences. I felt so guilty!
Thankfully, at my next appointment, my doctor looked rested and exhibited no signs of fatigue from her previous long work schedule. I breathed a sigh of relief! "Thank You LORD for hearing all my prayers. Thank You LORD for keeping my pulmonologist safe. Thank You for protecting her home. Thank You for allowing her to be a blessing during the storm. Thank You for giving her renewed strength and energy. Please continue to give her rest and continue to guide her in all her endeavors. Please forgive my lack of foresight. I hate that my prayers could cause harm to anyone. Please continue to guide me and lead me. Amen."
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