Have you felt God’s beside you?
I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. (Tyndale House Publishers. (2013). Holy Bible: New Living Translation (Ps 16:8). Carol Stream, IL: Tyndale House Publishers.)
About a year ago my husband, Jim, had to go for a routine MRI. Having work to do at home. I kissed him goodbye and went started my housework. I was working along and saw the clock and realized he’d been gone about an hour. It seemed a little long, but thought maybe they were real busy. I waited about forty more minutes and still no Jim. I texted him to see if he had decided to go to the store. No response. Then called a few minutes later. No answer.
The devil began to try and get to me. making me think of all kinds of bad things.
I took a deep breath, asked God to let Jim be okay and called the hospital ex-ray department. The woman that answered said that they had taken Jim to the ER. She wouldn’t tell me anything more than that. I cried out to God, “I need You beside me, please.”
I changed clothes quickly and tried to stay calm as I drove to the hospital. I was praying all of the way there. Thanking God that it wasn’t very far. Once I parked the car I sat still for a moment and asked God to stay beside me and hold me close. Making my way to the ER entrance was a struggle. My legs just didn’t want to keep moving. I finally made it to the desk and asked where I could find Jim.
As I walked to the Critical care ER I was shaking. “God, hold me closer.” I finally saw Jim lying in a bed to my left. He looked fairly good. When I got to him I said, “What did you do?”
He and the nurse laughed. Then Jim told me that he had severe anaphylactic shock from the contrast dye for the second MRI. He passed out, and a nurse happened to see him going down. She got to him in time to ease him to the floor, saving him from further trauma. They ran all kinds of tests to make sure there had been no further damage from the dye and let him go home the next day.
That was one of the hardest days of my life. I was so grateful that God had been beside me the whole time to comfort me.
Times like these can be very difficult on you and your child? Thirty years ago, when my dad died, we had to tell our girls. It was hard to tell them, but it was necessary. When it was time to go to the funeral home for the first time we assured them that God would be beside them to comfort them.
Have you had something happen where you needed God beside you? Have you had to explain something difficult to your child? Share your story or situation in the comment box below.