33 Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable his judgments, and his paths beyond tracing out! 34 “Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been his counselor?” 35 “Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him?” 36 For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen.
We left the hotel room and walked to the lobby. A woman wailed. I thought, “It’s 7am… is she having sex?”
We heard the wailing again. That wasn’t sex.
“Help me!! Someone help me!!” she was sobbing and screaming now.
“Where are you?” my husband hollered as he walked to the elevator.
“I’m in the elevator! I got in and it banged and I’m stuck!!” she cried, sobbing some more.
I tried to talk to her. “How long have you been here? What’s your room number?”
She couldn’t hear me, she was sobbing so loudly.
Pray for her.
Okay – God, thank you for whatever You are doing here. Will You please help her? In Jesus’ name…
“I’ll go call the hotel,” my husband said. He left to go use our phone.
“My husband is calling for help. Don’t worry,” I told her.
“I’m stuck!” she cried.
“I know. This must be really scary for you,” I said.
“Yes, yes it is! My husband is in the shower!” she sobbed.
Pray for her.
Like out loud?
“What room is he in?” I asked.
“1205,” came the reply.
“I’ve called the hotel. I will go tell her husband.” My husband was back. “The hotel is on it. Someone will be here in a minute.”
“Ma’am, what’s your name?” I asked again.
“Mary,” she said, starting to sob and wail again.
The guy from the hotel stepped out of another elevator. “Oh. I need the key for this one. It goes in that hole, and that will open the door,” he said.
“Mary? The maintenance guy is here – he needs a key for the door to open it. Did you know you are still right here where you got on? You’re still at the 12th floor.”
“I am? It slammed so hard, I thought I fell!” she wailed.
“Mary, my husband is getting your husband, he’ll be here soon. You will be okay, sweetheart,” I said.
“He’s in the shower!” she wailed again.
I figured by the amount of her distress that she’d been in there for a long time.
“How long have you been in there, Mary?” I asked.
Pray for her.
Oh boy. We’re going to do this, aren’t we?
“About um, ten minutes,” she said. She was still crying.
Push back judgment. Listen. Obey.
“Mary, can I pray for you?”
“YES!!” She cried.
“Father God, thank You that You are a God that is with us all the time. You know everything. Thank You for being in the elevator with Mary right now. Thank You that You haven’t left her alone. God, I pray that You provide her with Your peace and comfort, and that You just let her know that You are here. In Jesus’ name, amen.”
“No problem. Hey, Mary, your husband is here,” I said.
“Oh! Good!” she said. She sounded a little calmer.
The maintenance guy thanked us.
We left to have breakfast.
K. So I’m hoping the whole reason we are going through all this heart surgery stuff with my husband is for her.
Seriously. This morning he had yet another pre-surgical test and I’m still hoping that the results reveal mind-blowing miracles. That His glory is seen in the midst of that.
And this morning I am choosing joy.
I am trusting Him with all I have… second-by-second style.
But still not liking the Now I’m in.
So we learned today that we were in the #1 cardiac facility in the US. And our surgeon is #1 in the world at the procedure we’re about to undergo.
He is good, all the time. THIS time, His goodness lines up with what I would define as good. 🙂
I know it doesn’t always. But that’s more my issue than His.
At any rate, I’m thankful that we’re doing the next thing under the best of possible circumstances.
And I’ve listened to the Doxology at the bottom of this post about a hundred times today. And you’ll be amazed at what He did… I made a note under the video link.
Thank you so much for the prayers and encouragement. We’re still launching Daughters of Sarah and we should have the eCourse up for the January class enrollment in a few days. I’m thankful for the distractions, although hospital internet is a bit sketchy.
I’ll let you know when we get the details figured out. Thanks again for being on the journey with me. 🙂 And thanks for your patience while I’m being my husband’s friend and doing a very important thing with him.
And I just feel awful about something – I’m really behind on comments… and not sure when I’ll be able to get caught up. Can you help me with that? Will you wrap your arms around each other here, encourage each other, and maybe check back this week to see if you see others commenting who need encouragement?
I hate to not be fully present with you, but you know the Now I’m in. I trust you understand that my friend needs me.
Love to you,
I know the piano player/singer guy. 🙂 He goes to our church. He’s awesome.
What are the odds of that showing up for me today? 🙂 Our church isn’t named “Maranatha.”
There He is again… loving us in big small ways … and I see it… Thank You, Father… 🙂