This past weekend I was on my third shift in a row out of three. As soon as I walked into this guy’s room I knew he was depressed. Being sick in a hospital for days on days can do that to you. I let him know I was taking care of him again and he proceeded to tell me about all the things that were wrong the night before I arrived. My heart just grew heavy.
So, I came back and attempted to help him feel human. I asked him what music he likes to listen to, and he said gospel. So, the only gospel song I could think of was ‘Ain’t no Grave’ by Johnny Cash. He knew it too. He knew all the words and sang it to me as I played it on my phone in the room. I got him up and washed him. Gave him fresh clothes and new sheets and talked about Gospel music and the Lord.
Later that day he asked to pray for me. So, I let him pray a sweet prayer of thankfulness and blessing over me. Then, I prayed for him. I prayed over that head of white hair that is his crown of wisdom and honor. I prayed over his infection site that it would be healed in Jesus’ name. I prayed he would feel the love of the Lord tangibly.
After I prayed he looked at me with wide eyes, stating, “That was powerful”. We felt the presence of God in that room.
Even though moments like these have become normal for me, I never want to forget how powerful they are. I wanted to share this short testimony to show that we can choose to listen to God in those small moments and go above and beyond for people to tangibly feel His love and His presence and it’s awesome to just be a part of that.
Love ya’ll. Xoxo
