Medical words of a volunteer

Physical pain forces us to pay attention.  When it's intense, we have no option to ignore.  Last month, our family felt the panic of pain pressing through my daughter’s body.  Dizziness, high blood pressure, a racing heart, then a week-long host of physicians that didn’t agree.  All the while, she’s enduring pain that excruciates throughout her upper back.  We’re praying, we’re pleading, and we’re empathizing alongside.  Then one day at my daughter’s hospital, there’s this unexpected conversation with a volunteer.  The 2 girls hadn’t seen each other in a while, and my daughter realizes this sweet volunteer has experienced almost exactly the same set of symptoms.  Her words brought such a welcomed calm to our whirlwind pace.  It seemed the Lord anointed the conversation, as if to say, “I’m here.  I know.  I see everything that’s happening.”  Just hearing about it made my shoulders finally relax.  It wasn’t a definitive medical diagnosis, but even greater, it was the presence of the Holy Spirit.  Still now, a month later, the doctor appointments continue, yet this particular conversation has been a highlight.  For whatever reason the Lord has allowed these events, we have been blessed to witness Him at work.  With new fervency, we sought Him, and He has reminded us we’re never alone.  Psalm 121 begins, “I lift my eyes up to the hills—where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”  Right there in our thick of things, right there in the eye of our storm, the Lord revealed Himself to us.  How I love Him for that.