
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28 (NIV)
On Tuesday of this week, I had a medical procedure called an Upper Endoscopy. I’ve had this procedure before without any issues and expected this time to be no different.
After the procedure, my husband drove me home. I ate a small meal, then went to bed to rest and let the anesthesia wear off. A couple of hours later, I awoke with a deep cough, chills, and body aches. Still, I kept trying to go back to sleep. After a while, I felt hot and even sicker, so I checked my temperature. Sure enough, it was elevated. At that point, I told my husband that something was wrong and that I needed to go to the ER. I called my doctor’s office and was directed to the hospital of his choice. Although the emergency room was overflowing when we arrived, I was seen fairly soon and given the best medical care I’ve experienced to date. After many, many tests, scans, and labs, I was diagnosed with aspiration pneumonia. My WBC (white blood cell) count was more than double the normal level, so it was clear that I had an infection. A chest X-ray confirmed the aspiration pneumonia. Unknown to my gastro doctor, something had happened during my procedure: perhaps even a tiny particle of bacteria had traveled to my lungs. I was surprised when my doctor said the symptoms could appear within the first eight hours of an event, although he said my procedure went very smoothly and he detected nothing out of the ordinary. I was admitted to the hospital because the ER doctor said, “A woman of your maturity, well, we don’t want to take any chances!” It sometimes pays to be old, I guess! LOL! But I am thankful they kept me there.
While in the hospital for almost three days, I received strong IV antibiotics every 8 hours around the clock. On Thursday, I was deemed fit to go home based on the downward trend in my WBC count. At home, I am continuing a regimen of rest, strong oral antibiotics to clear the pneumonia, and deep-breathing exercises. Next week, I will have several follow-up appointments. Although not quite back to 100%, I know I’ll get there soon.
I’m not sure why this unexpected detour happened. But as I look at the situation through a spiritual lens, I believe there was a greater purpose than me simply being sick and in the hospital. Thankfully, while at the hospital, I wasn’t too sick to give at least 11 staff members a little Gideon Testament with Psalms and Proverbs, tell them that God loved them and I did too, and explain that it was my way of letting them know how much I appreciated their care. If time allowed, I shared a little about how Jesus has always been with me through each season of life. Most staff members were young enough to be my grandchildren, and I loved that! All were very respectful and receptive to the Word and to my attempts at meaningful conversation.
One of my nurses and I hit it off well, especially on a spiritual level. This young man and his wife, both strong followers of Jesus, are expecting their first baby in a few days. We had two conversations, and each time he came in, he pulled up a chair and stayed awhile. During these conversations, we shared a few details of our faith journeys. It was the sweetest time. I gave him a signed and dated copy of the New Testament for his soon-to-be-born baby. He doesn’t know the baby’s gender, so I told him to write in the name when the baby is born. I asked my husband to bring a copy of my recently published devotional book, The Resting Place: Finding Hope, Peace, & Joy in All Circumstances, for this young man and his wife. They haven’t experienced seasons of hardship yet, but as time goes on, they will. I hope they will pick up the book someday and be encouraged by the devotions. Only God knows the underlying purpose for laying it on my heart to gift the book to them. He also knows when they might benefit from additional spiritual encouragement alongside their daily time in God’s Word.
I had been praying for divine encounters, but I had no idea they would come through my hospital stay. I’m the least equipped to share Jesus well. When I do, it’s certainly not on my own strength. I used the tools in my spiritual toolbox — a copy of God’s Word, dependence on the Holy Spirit to give me words to say, my faith-walk experiences over a long lifetime, and my devotional book. The sense of God’s favor over me during that time strengthened my belief in the truth of Romans 8:28, as shown above. ALL THINGS! Even a hospital stay will work for the good of all who believe.
I am sharing this personal story only to say that if you know Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you have unique tools in your spiritual toolbox to share with others. We are ordinary people serving an extraordinary God. The only thing we need to do is be willing to step out of our comfort zone in faith and let the Holy Spirit do the rest. Through these divine encounters, God receives the glory, and we sense His presence and care more and more each time.
What useful tools do you have in your spiritual toolbox? If you look closely, I’m sure you will find just the right ones for each situation you encounter.
Prayer: Dear God, You are an awesome God! Today, I specifically pray for the eleven individuals with whom I shared Your Word and my heart for Jesus. I pray that You will touch each one in whatever way is needed and, if they don’t have a relationship with You, that they will come to know You in a real way. Thank You for all medical providers, especially nurses who work so hard caring for folks like me, and for the good work You have given them to do. May they have supernatural strength as You bless the work of their hands. I pray this in Jesus’ name. Amen








