I remember those times.
I spent the first two years of Esther-Praise’s life going in and out of public hospitals.
The anxiety was crippling. I remember being wheeled down the corridor with her in my lap.
The nurses and radiologists warned me. It would be as traumatic for her as it would be for me, witnessing it.
But she emerged unscathed. As I sang “Jesus loves you” to her in the room, I remembered her smile. All the world stopped as she watched my face.
Last night, standing in the Emergency department with her in hand, seeing the dozens of other patients queuing up, my heart raced. The big screen announced that the minimum wait time to see a doctor was three hours. 😭
I began to tear quietly.
But I’m grateful- that the entire time, Esther-Praise, wide-eyed with curiosity, kept reminding me how much she loved the hospital.
“I want to be a nurse, Mama.”
A nurse, watchful of the challenges I faced managing her, bought her a packet of juice. The doctor on-call, sensitive to my anxiety, explained all the tests to me.
Through it all, Esther-Praise, the trooper she has always been, stayed oblivious.
In spite of the prodding and poking, her eyes twinkled with curiosity. In under 3 hours, we left the hospital.
Through it all, we prayed in the Spirit, over and over for supernatural healing.
A call near midnight made me jump. I nearly dropped my phone. It was the doctor. She shared the results-they were inconclusive.
The subspecialist called after, and couldn’t explain them either.
This morning, all her symptoms disappeared.
Is this what we call “grace in time of need?”
In times like these when I don’t understand, I realize I don’t need to. As a doctor, I struggle at times with believing in supernatural healing. But I’ve experienced it enough times with EP to believe.
For all the pains that early parenthood brings, i know GRACE is what we need. And guess what? The best news is- it’s already available to us- free.
*Proud of our public hospital heroes. Thank you ❤️ appreciate prayers that the final test results will be clear!