I am a mother,
Friday, March 14, 2008
I am a mother,
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Bear with me while I set up this story...it may take a bit of verbage...
So here is where the real story starts. While we are waiting and making Payton drink water like she has never drank water before (that was the problem, she was dehydrated), a girl in her early twenties walked into the ER waiting area from the back where she had seen a doctor. It looked as though she had injured her foot and possibly broke it. Honestly she was super scary looking, probably a little strung out on drugs and moving into a hangover. She plopped her self into a chair and began crying. Others around her were pointing and snickering. She picked up the phone and made a phone call, and another, and another. Phone call after phone call we witnessed yelling and screaming on our end to the person on the other end. Obsenities that were making the waiting room people a little antsy in their seat were coming off her tongue right and left. Finally a police officer came out and confronted her with what was going on and tried to calm her down. She began yelling at him and telling about what had happened and that she had got drunk and now had a broken foot. At that point Payton's attention was fully on her. And I was amazed. She looked at that girl with the eyes of such innocence and love. Payton began to ask, "Momma, is that girl okay? Is her leg going to be okay? Why is she crying and sad?" My heart just sank. Here is this precious child who is super sick now fully engaged with worry about this upset and hurting woman. At that point we decide to pray for the girl - NO we didn't go and ask her to pray with us...:) we just sat quietly in our chairs and asked that "someone" come along and take care of her and show her Jesus' love.
So they called us back into the actual ER - for another round of waiting and testing. By then Payton was doing fine with a good dose of Motrin and a ton of water and we were more than ready to go home. Meanwhile some of our dearest friends were sitting out in the car with Eden so that we didn't have to bring her into the sickness. At one point I had to hop out into the car and nurse her. As I was coming back in the girl with the foot problem was begging the officer to take her to jail because she just didn't want to sit in the ER any longer.
They released us soon after 1:00am and we headed to the car. Once again on the way out we passed the girl who was sitting at the door. She looked up and began to ask us to take her home, but then saw we had little ones. As we walked out Payton asked what was going to happen to that girl and wondered if she was going be okay. I think then and there Clay and I knew we were the "someone" that we had prayed earlier for in the waiting room to come and help this girl and show her some compassion. We piled into the car and Clay told me that he had about 20 something dollars on him and maybe we should give her some money for a cab. So we drove to the front door and Clay hopped out and gave her money which she then tried to refuse. We litterally would have loaded her up in the car with us had it not already been full with Clay, Kaytie Jo, Eden, Payton and I. She took the money finally. I pray that she got home, that in some way we comfortated her.
As I look back on this night that for me seemed really hard, and I realize that maybe God was using us for someone who had it much harder than we did. Maybe Payton got sick to the point that we had to go to the ER, and maybe Emergent Care closed early so that we had to go to St. Franicis, so that we had to be sitting in that waiting room at that moment so that we could be used in this way. I know that I had angels waiting on me that night out in the car with my precious Eden, and maybe we were her angels on Sunday night. They always say hindsight is 20/20 and mine sure is. There are probably several things I would have done differently now looking back but I am thankful for the experience, for my little girl's innocent, empathetic heart and for the ablitily to listen to what the spirit is telling me to do.