God will take care of you

As I arrive at the emergency department (ED), I am running a fever and cannot stop the shaking chills. I nearly want to cry when I see the parking lot is full of cars. As I pass car after car, I pray to God that there is a parking spot near the ED entrance. As the car slowly moves through the parking lot, I am in disbelief that the absolute closest parking spot to the ED is wide open! The car swings into the spot, and I rejoice.

As I make my way to the ED entrance, I am struggling to propel my wheelchair as constant coughing fits seize my lungs. I send up another prayer. “Oh God. Please send someone to push me into the ED.” No sooner than saying my prayer, I see a man walking toward the hospital. The gentleman yells, “Ma’am, do you need help?” I cannot respond verbally but shake my head yes. The man hustles to take control of my wheelchair and quickly whisks me into the ED. The gentleman drops me off at the ED check in and then vanishes out of sight.

A woman is standing in front of me, slowly filling out the triage intake form. I am gasping and straining to breathe. I cannot stop coughing. I can sense the people in the ED waiting room growing alarmed at my condition. A man jumps up and asks if I need help. I don’t know how to respond since we are in the ED. I am not sure how he can help me. I don’t say anything. Finally, the women ahead of me finishes her paperwork and steps aside so I can grab an ED intake form. I see a male nurse working behind the tinted windows located just behind the ED check in desk. He pops his head out the window and disappears again. I am trying to fill out my form, but it is hard because I am coughing and having shaking chills.

I only fill out today’s date, my date of birth and my name before the doors, which lead straight back to the ED, fly open. A female nurse grabs the intake form out of my hands and takes hold of my wheelchair. She frantically wheels me into the ED, skipping the triage department. When we arrive at ED room 10, there is a doctor and a couple more nurses waiting in my ED cubicle.

I am dumbfounded at this sight. A doctor is waiting for me? I don’t have to wait an hour to see a physician? I am thrilled that I will be receiving prompt medical treatment. I send up praise after praise to God. “Oh LORD, I am so sick. I was in need of so many miracles, and You went above and beyond! Thank You for all Your loving kindnesses! Please continue to watch over me. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”