Divine Appointment

The other day I was at the hospital for my Physical Therapy appointment (back's still sore, but doing better). On the way out I had to go get some paperwork done. The lady at the desk was dealing with both me and another lady who was frantic and crying about a dire medical situation.
She finished my paperwork and I walked out gleefully thanking her. Just as I stepped outside the office, I thought how strange it felt that the other lady was in turmoil and I was floating on Cloud 9. At this point, I felt God tugging on my heart and spirit to go back and give this woman an encouraging word. Acting like a child who has just been told to pick up it's toys, I sighed, heavily, saying to God (in my head), "I can't. I'd feel silly. I've already walked out and to walk back in and say, 'Oh, by the way...', I'd feel absolutely ridiculous."


I got on the elevator and tried to push it out of my mind. God would have none of it. He expected me to go back. I stopped and said, "If I have one of my Jesus witnessing cards in my purse then I'll go back down." [My Jesus card is my favorite picture of Jesus holding up a broken man - a great and encouraging image to get people through the tough stuff in life]. I figured I could give her the card and an encouraging word and not look too loopy. As luck (or really God) would have it, I found them in my purse. I grabbed one and immediately made my way back down the elevator.

As the elevator door opened she rushed in, which actually caught me by surprise. I mumbled, "Oh, I came back to see you." Of course she looked at me very strangely. I quickly handed her the card and said it was a picture that helped me through tough times. She nodded but still had that blank, puzzled look. I then said, "I heard you downstairs and I hope everything turns out well." At this point she relaxed a bit, a little smile curled up the corners of her mouth, and she thanked me.

Then I frantically thought, "Oh my gosh! I don't even know if she believes in God. She may be an atheist for all I know." I then said, "I don't know if you believe in God." And she very quickly, and enthusiastically (with a teaspoon of hope in her voice), said, "I do!" I nodded and smiled. The elevator door opened and we parted ways.

What does this all mean? I don't know. I'm only seeing a tidbit of the picture. All I know is that God had an assignment for me that day. One thing is for sure...because it's God's gig I know it's going to be terrific. The rest is up to Him.