Just a girl with Google

I arrive to my medical appointment 20 minutes early; I check-in and meander to the far side of the waiting room. My head is spinning from the drive to the clinic. I desperately want to lie down and take a nap, but I know in just a little while I will be called back to the exam room. As I sit still trying to recover some energy, I feel the need to open up my backpack, get out my iPad and connect the iPad to the medical center’s internet. I do not want to move, but I recognize this is not my own urge but a message from above. I reluctantly obey the command, getting out my iPad and connecting it to the internet. I place the iPad back on my lap.

I am soon called back to the exam room. The nurse takes my paperwork and records my vital signs. She tells me the doctor will be in shortly and leaves. About 10 minutes later, the doctor enters the room. The appointment goes well. He then asks me if I have a neurologist who specializes in neuromuscular disease. I do not. He then tells me about a doctor he knows who works in the medical center’s neuromuscular clinic. He then goes to his computer and attempts to look up the physician via the medical center’s website. He gets to the neurology page, and to his horror, there are about 20 doctors listed. He cannot remember the doctor’s name, but he assures me if he sees a photo of the physician he would recognize her. He tries and tries to find the neuromuscular clinic’s webpage and/or find a photo of the physician, but he fails over and over again.

I instantly know why I have my iPad on my lap. I click open the web browser and type in google.com. In the search box I enter “neuromuscular clinic”. The first link listed is a link for the medical center’s neuromuscular clinic. I open the page. I then see a link “meet our team”. I click open the page, and there listed are the doctors associated with the neuromuscular clinic along with photos of the physicians. I ask the nurse who is standing just two feet from me, “Is this what the doctor is looking for?” She glances at the page and immediately gives my iPad to the doctor. The doctor seems stunned. “How did you find this, and how did you find this so quickly?” I reply, “I am just a girl who knows how to search for things on Google.” The physician seems embarrassed that he did not think of that. He quickly finds the doctor he was searching for and writes me out the referral. I am soon sent along on my way. As I reflect back on this appointment, I praise God for the insight to have my iPad accessible during my doctor’s appointment. What an abundant blessing God bestowed upon me for my obedience—a referral to a neurologist who specializes in neuromuscular disease. “Thanks LORD! Amen.”