Moments with Maureen….

Priority Post

It had been an awful day. It was hot, hot, hot on the hospital ward where I cared for my geriatric friends.

I was droopy not only on the outside but inside too.

Circumstances in my life had led to discouragement and almost despair.

My prayer that day was "God show me you care. Show me you are still in control".

It was break time but I could not face going to the cafeteria to listen to the endless chatter and everyday complaints. Instead I chose to go into room 31b where an elderly Christian lady had just passed away and her family had gone home. I would make myself busy tiding up and preparing her for the morgue.

I washed her face and was once again aware of the peace and quiet that death leaves. The thought that this was just an empty shell now crossed my mind.

I picked up her hand to wash it as well and as I did so I noticed that her fist was clenched tightly. I opened her fingers gently and there, closed inside, was a piece of paper. Carefully, I unfolded the scrap of paper.

This is what I read: Isaiah 43: 1 Fear not; for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name,; thou art mine."

My prayer had been answered. God had spoken directly to me. He had used Priority Post. I was the only person on duty that day to whom that verse would have meant anything.

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