Medicaid. The word implies people. The word
implies money. Give, receive, need, want—somehow
there’s money involved. But is it
possible the Lord might enable someone’s enrollment with Medicaid, and the
reason would have little to do with money?
Here’s a story from my friend.
She has 5 children, her husband is self-employed, and they recently realized
they’re pregnant again. She dialed up Medicaid
to enroll for her pregnancy, but things didn’t fly too smoothly. One person said this, another person said
that, and as frustration built, she wondered how her scenario would ever solve. She asked the Lord to provide, and soon came
a call from Austin, which is big
headquarters in Texas for lots of
government offices. But she hadn’t been
talking to Austin before, so why
now? Who contacted Austin
on her behalf? It seems that God dialed
up Austin. This new lady on the phone broke through all
kinds of barriers, and the rigmarole that seemed impossible to overcome previously
was now moot. Yet of all the millions of
people enrolled in Texas Medicaid, why did my friend’s case find favor? When she has routinely been asked
in her pregnancies about a blood test for Down Syndrome, she has declined. With her Medicaid physicians, she has refused
that test that often becomes a determining factor for parents to abort their baby. My friend loves
her baby, and she’s giving birth to her baby and keeping her baby, so she sees no point in conducting that
Down Syndrome test. Perhaps that
testimony right there is why the Lord provided that unlikely phone call from Austin. The Lord loves life. Deuteronomy 30:19 tells us to choose life. God is forever bringing life to that which
appears dead, and He rejuvenates us again and again from circumstances we think will swallow us whole. I say it’s
entirely possible that the Lord could use my friend’s perspective on life to encourage people she'll meet through Medicaid. And what thrill to imagine the conversations the Lord might draw together to influence a mom or a
dad to keep their baby! So I pray for
that exact thing. Thank you, Lord, for
providing that phone call from Austin
for my sweet friend. May Your light shine
through her to attract conversation with patients and medical staff and any and all she will meet. May they experience Your
love and celebrate the births of their babies. May they know You as their Savior. Amen. Indeed we serve a powerful and gracious God who can use us anywhere on this earth for His purposes.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Moved beyond dialysis
Lately my body has felt on the edge of collapse. My bones have ached all over. One Saturday
I came close to falling asleep at the steering wheel, and it was scary to
imagine what could’ve happened at highway speed. I determined then to quit driving, I sought a new doctor, who in turn ordered some blood
tests, and my eyes have viewed life a little differently ever since. As I’ve sat at home and pondered much, the sweet
face of my friend who deals with dialysis has come to mind. Her uncomplaining smile speaks volumes for having
found contentment in the Lord. Longstanding
frailty has not imprisoned her; rather it has served to blossom in her an amazing
testimony. A failed kidney transplant, any
kind of steady job interrupted, many physical freedoms long gone, and still she
radiates a gracious spirit.
Her fatigue continues, as do her hospital stays, yet her presence
exudes testimony to the Lord’s strength within.
Three days a week she pulls open the door to the dialysis clinic, and when she arrives home afterward, it's like having worked a full-time job. This week the notion hit me to prepare her a care package, and I trust that the Lord gave the idea. A computer search of gift suggestions for dialysis patients turned up a sizable list, and I found immense joy in hoping to brighten her day. A fun striped blanket, some cute
colorful socks, new crossword puzzles, and some Skittles candy. A small gesture in comparison, yet pure
delight to anticipate giving. Had
the Lord not allowed my sickness and these days of immobility at home, I wouldn’t have the new insight for offering prayer on my friend's behalf. May the Lord bless her, and you, dear reader, and those opportunities when He uses us to inspire each other. My car may sit idle, but my heart has been moved.
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