Many times in my life Have I felt Him move.
It's not my way to be so blunt. But this time I will give something apparent, obvious and true.
Three years ago. I'm a nurse and at that time was working in a pediatric neuro-surgical unit and Doernbechers, OHSU in Portland, OR. Great hospital, great people (sh*tty administration but doesn't everyone think that?). I work 3, 12 hour shifts a week. That's my jam. At the end of the second day I was put on call for the third with the expectation of not getting called in. I saw our staffing and census. It would be an act of God for me to have to work that third day. I go to sleep and wake up the 3rd day. And I get called in. I'm driving to work with a sense of wonder. I'm in the Spirit talking with Him, wondering what He has in store for me because I know I'm going to work for His reasoning's. No other.
When I get to work I'm given one patient. Unusual given the fact that our nurse to patient ratio is 1:2-3 depending on acuity and I didn't consider him to be that.. acute. But I was called in for him as all the other nurses had a full assignment. so I welcome and admit this 12 year old boy. I got there briefly before he arrived. Props to the charge nurse to get me there before him. He is with Him. I see Him around Him. I know my own. I know why I'm there. His child was was going to be in this strange and scary place with something scary happening to Him. And our Father wanted Himself to be with the boy. My Honor. My pleasure, my pride, my desire.
He and I kick it off instantly. He's chill and I create a relaxing atmosphere. His parents aren't in the state and aren't arriving for another day. His grandparents are on the way to the hospital who he came to visit. The rest of the family following the next day. Grandparents won't arrive for an hour. I admit the kid and b/s with him. It's like, 9pm at night and our kitchen is closed so I'm offering him w/e we have which is juice and snacks like oreos and other unhealthy stuff. He refuses and tells me he has to have his vegetables first. I think about strangling him.. wtf is wrong with you?! You are alone, at the hospital. Parents wont' come till tomorrow, grandparents not for an hour. Unbeknownst to you, you have a serious condition and you wont eat a damn oreo until you had some veggie?!
I settle him and his grandparents later arrive. I great them as they come to the unit and walk them toward their grandsons room. I see they are my family too. Pretty sure the grandfather is a retired pasture. He wore a cross around his neck. As soon as we meet I tell him 'welcome to 10N, I'm mark your grandsons nurse, it's a pleasure to meet you. Cool cross, I could tell he was a christian as soon as I met him'. Their worried eyes relax as a sense of understanding and relief over flows the grandfather and wonder the grandmother.
The kid had an esophageal stricture which means his esophagus was inflamed to the opening of a straw. Which means the Dr.s were concerned they would have to emergently intubate this kid by traching him (cutting from his neck into his trachea to let him breath). The resident was freaking out. I put him at ease. 'The kid is hemodynamically stable in no distress. don't worry about it, I got his back.' The resident is a bit bewildered and entertained. But it's true. The resident wouldn't cut, the pulmonologist in the ICU would
And I'd support him until that happened. But it wouldn't. The kid would be fine and discharge the next day. And I gave that confidence out to the parents and team because the Spirit told me it was true.
His whole admission was a testament to the grandparents. More so the retired pasture, who never said that is what he was.
One example of feeling His hand move in my life to the benefit of others. Being an answered prayer.