Her name is Rose. She walked into my hospital room, and the room lit up. Her focus on liking my smile, her initiative in seeking to give me support showed a heart that is unusually loving and generous.
She is a nurse, working toward her doctor’s degree. She is from Haiti and loves our Country. She excels in everything I could pinpoint in our short acquaintance. She certainly did not talk about herself and her accomplishments. I told her, as she took my blood pressure and temperature, that she reminded me of Jesus. Just before He died to pay for our sins, He washed the feet of the twelve. I told her that she has a servant’s heart.
We talked for the little time that she had. She worries about her sons. I encouraged her to read the Bible with them every day, and perhaps begin with the Book of John. “That is the Book my husband and I are reading right now,” I told her. She accepted, even thanked me for the conversation, “I told God,” she said, “that I am ready to give up. I’m going to become neutral.” Obviously, her discouragement had reoccurred. She told me she had said this to God before, and every time she did, something happened to give her pause.
Our son, Zach called the room right then, and in her presence, I told him that my nurse was concerned about her children. He told me to tell her that he will pray for them.
How natural was that conversation! Rose blessed me so thoroughly that I felt that her being on duty that day was a gift from the Lord.
So, if you read this Blog, Rose, thank you and God speed. We are sisters in Jesus.
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