I missed Thankful Thursday last week. I had it all planned too, what I was going to blog about: being thankful for the bad things in my life, for the things I wouldn’t normally be thankful for. It says in Ephesians 5:20 that we’re supposed to be thankful for ALL things. I tend to only thank God for the blessings in my life.
Well, before I got a chance to write my blog on Thursday morning, early that morning – actually in the middle of the night Wednesday night – my husband, Al, woke up screaming. I mean he was screaming. He was all clammy and sweaty. I was certain he was having a heart attack. I rushed him to the emergency room – I should say I had to DRAG him there, he didn’t want to go. They hooked him up to the heart monitors, and praise the Lord, it wasn’t his heart. The doctor determined that he was experiencing a severe back spasm. He had taken a bad fall a few days earlier, and on Wednesday he had been doing some landscaping work – hauling rock, etc. He must have overdone it.
We got to the hospital around 2:00 a.m. He was admitted to the ER for preliminary tests and then kept there for observation. They gave him some muscle relaxants and pain pills and he fell asleep. I was grateful for that so he could get some relief from the pain. But by 3:30 a.m. I was exhausted. There wasn’t even a chair in that ER to sit down in. Al had been slipping in and out of sleep. He woke up and groggily told me to go lay down in the waiting room. I didn’t argue and headed off to find a place to rest. Just off the waiting room was a little chapel room for families to wait in. I went in there and laid down on a very uncomfortable couch.
I dozed off and then woke up to what I thought was someone covering me with a blanket and putting a pillow under my head. I’m telling you, I was convinced this really happened. Whoever this person was emitted love and nurturing and understanding. They tucked the blanket around me and I then fell into a deep soothing sleep and I slept like I haven’t slept for a very long time.
I woke up at 5:30 a.m. Al had hobbled into the room. He said the doctor said he could go home now, that he would need to keep taking the meds and get lots of bed rest. I started telling Al about someone who covered me up and then I noticed there was no blanket on me, no pillow! I had dreamed it all.
But I know it was no dream. I believe it was God’s love and touch I felt. In a way that only God can do.
I am thankful for such a loving tender caring Father God. I hate to say this – I am not thankful for Al’s pain – but I am thankful for that sleepless night in which I experienced a touch from God.